Friendship
THE HAUNTED LOCKET
THE HAUNTED LOCKET Walking through the woods one day, On a crisp and winter’s morn, I heard the leaves beneath my feet Where autumn dreams were torn. The trees stood bare above me, The sky was cold and grey, Then something underneath the leaves Caught my eye that day.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 14 days ago in Poets
MY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY
MY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY I was only fifteen when I thought that I knew love, too young to see the warning signs, too young to know enough. I believed him when he told me I was everything he’d need, and when you’re fifteen and in love, your heart is easy to mislead.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 15 days ago in Poets
