I’m just me, I don’t really write a lot,not that great at it, but sometimes I enjoy it. :)
She never felt that she was enough all the other girls, they seemed so tough. Her emotions were wild others seemed mild she'd yell and scream
By T.H.9 months ago in Poets
The melancholy you see Is the fight within me So tired of hate There is no escape Inside there’s a warrior But she’s running late
Earths cool breeze of air Oxygenates the fires Enmeshed by water
By T.H.10 months ago in Poets
