art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Body Language . Content Warning.
I won’t say your name—doing so feels like breaking a pact we never quite formalized. Even back then, I deliberately withheld your name in an attempt to keep things indistinct. But time has a way of clarifying what’s important, and this unresolved conversation we never had still occupies my thoughts. Interestingly, it’s a dialogue that has been silently evolving between us over the years, although its final chapter remains unwritten.
By Bridge Theory3 years ago in Poets
Errands
Oh anxiety, Music blasting in my ear. The panic is gone. Chloe Rose Violet 🌹 Backstory... I hate running errands. I usually try and drown everything out by using wireless earbuds when I am by myself so I can avoid talking to strangers. I know, maybe seems childish but I panic if I don't. What if I say something stupid?
By Chloe Unfiltered3 years ago in Poets
