fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
Mirror
Smoke and mirrors Are all that hide my fears You want in But little do you know I’ve given you more of an inside look Than most have ever taken
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsYou-3
You make my life wonderful Sometimes we hurt each other When we stumble and fall But without you I wouldn’t have it all
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSomething, Somewhere
Watching you from afar Breaks me Watching you struggle with your sisyphean task Give me your time, is all I ask Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
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