there was no air, but somehow he made her breathe.
All of these are my poems. Everything I write is fiction, and all of it is true,
Dreaming dreams with happy endings. Reading books until I fell asleep. Singing at the top of my lungs. Writing stories no one reads. Believing in ...
A psychology student who likes to sleep, take pictures, paint, and read books. I spend more time writing about living than actually living.
a fifteen year old loser child who loves to radiate positive vibes I really have no idea what I'm doing with my life. I hope ...
I'm 18 and an aspiring spoken word poet. Twitter: https://twitter.com/hayleyshitty Tumblr: weezyfkennedy.tumblr.com
25/F/here, there & everywhere
it's just words after all
i am the fire within.
Just a person that writes.
pillow-talk poetry http://youtube.com/lepreas
coughing up storms
gonna kiss you so hard that your fingers always tremble, and when she puts that wedding ring on your finger she'll whisper "please forget"
I have hurricanes in my windpipes.
you'll never share real love until you love yourself
Sylvie. You don't know me yet.
living to my full potential
There's a language in the way heartstrings get tickled.
Clever, funny, screwed-up, and dead sexy. ;)