20/M/kireaka A hankering for writing is the furnace in me and I want to use it to light up worlds that have been dull and dark 52 followers / 2.7k words
There Was A Kind Poet Called Donna, With pieces as vintage as the Madonna; She had a thing for nature's Echo Decoded in her magnificent Haiku That unforgettable Poet called Donna.
I still Miss Donna, she taught me so much about writing and living
I would **** for you even if it meant killing me I'd burn in flames if you promised to treasure my ashes I'd walk into a coffin if it meant you'd kiss my grave I would return to the soils to be part of the ground on which your tender feet gracefully glide I'd take bullet for you if you promised to always keep me alive on your mind *Because I am as good as dead without you.
didn't hurt me I was already in pain when we met... Let me just say you handed me back my bag of hurt that you had temporarily taken... It was beautiful when I didn't have it so thank you for the while.
On a brighter note, the 1000 poems I wrote to get over you might change a million lives someday, so thank you for the Heartbreak... It was probably the best lecture life's ever given me...
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