An amateur poet who pretends she is Emily Dickinson
I barely knew you, Yet I wept like a baby, When I heard you died. It toppled my world. You were all I could think about,
By Irini Orihuela2 years ago in Poets
I will never, Ever Forgive you for what you did. For leaving. With no warning, Not even the slightest, Heads up.
You weren’t supposed to be a pipe dream. You were supposed to be something that happened. But you didn’t. So I sat at home,
I have such a love of writing. I’m sitting here praying, It doesn’t walk away, Like you did, When you flashed your
I thought seeing you, For the first time in months, Would make me feel happy. Would fill me with joy, Put a smile on my face,
You were in my dream last night. My hand reached out to you, Your face melted into my touch. I told you to I missed you.
"What do you mean you don't have a ticket?" "I don't have a ticket. I don't know how many times I can tell you this!"
By Irini Orihuela2 years ago in Fiction
You were supposed to come back. You were supposed to drop everything, And tell me you love me. You were supposed to be