Moving forward one word at a time.
What are you afraid of? Your mouth says Heights, clowns, darkness. Your lips curl into a smile and you laugh and your cheeks flush,
By Emily Sierra4 years ago in Poets
When the time changes, the wishes come. They flow from minds everywhere, Some by choice, some unconscious. Some simple, some profound.
She used to write. She used to spend days at a time in foreign places, Fantasy worlds where everything was different and everything was perfect.
You and I are like Russian dolls. Innumerable different identities, Different lives, Different people Stacked up inside of each other.
I drew a flower today. It was a little thing, a scribble with a pencil On the corner of a sheet of college-ruled notebook paper.
Maybe we are meant to meet the wrong people. Maybe we're meant to fall before we fly, To scratch our knees on the pavement and cry