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How many of you remember the writing exercises our teachers had us participate in in middle school English, during which you’d write a letter to your future self? Those were fun exercises, right?
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrewsabout a year ago in Psyche
There is stardust in her eyes, Galaxies inside her soul, Being a human? Merely her temporary role. Constellations appear as her dimples dent,
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrewsabout a year ago in Poets
As the sun slips below the horizon, La Luna kisses the treetops as she elegantly dances across the sky. I surrender to her power and strength,
The sun scorches from over-head As each minuscule grain of sand attaches itself to my feet. Towel still blessedly cool beneath me
The Shadows kidnapped my Sunshine. Night emerged. Endless night, no hope in sight. The moon rises. Distant and beloved Moon.
You’re a poisonous soul One that will never be pure A disease for which there’ll never be a cure. I believed in Fate, Destiny, and the like,
The call came today Just a short while ago Said you won't be coming back They weren't sure what transpired, But I already know.
The revolution is rising. I can feel it in my blood The power builds within Can you feel it hum? . The power surges.
I hate you so much for all that you’ve done And all that you haven’t. Nearly seven years wasted, For what? No reason other than your sick, sadistic, selfish whim.
Is it too much to ask for that I’ll someday find a country song kind of love? The kind that moves your soul, Pierces your heart with longing for something so real?
Why does every goodbye feel like forever? Always wondering if I’ll ever see you again. Not just you.. but her, him, them.
There’s a hole in my heart Where you used to be. There’s a hole in my heart Where I thought you’d always be. There’s a hole in my heart