Haiku
Soul Search
I was born empty, a beast, always hunting for a soul of my own.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
ghosting
becoming a ghost— a haunting specter inside hallways of your mind.
By Ashley Limaabout a year ago in Poets
I was born empty, a beast, always hunting for a soul of my own.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
becoming a ghost— a haunting specter inside hallways of your mind.
By Ashley Limaabout a year ago in Poets