Poetry for a desperate heart — It's different, but I'll count to three I'll close my eyes and imagine myself on a bridge Somewhere in London, Somewhere in London, You'll see me When I'm at my best Dressed for you, I'm nervous Somewhere in London, Somewhere in London Wanna read more poetry like this? Click one…

A Short Horror Story — INT. CABIN — NIGHTFALL Johnny and a handcuffed man by the name of Henry, burst through the cabin door. Johnny closes the door behind them, quickly locking the door and sliding a nearby bookcase in front of the door. Henry stands in the center of the room and watches Johnny…

Poetry for a desperate heart — (1)I'm Not My Pen Name Put her legs all on my shoulders Put my emotions on my sleeves Put my hands around her wrist Put a ring on her finger She puts up with my mood swings She's into a blue half angel, like me She's always at home, a homebody I can't…

Poetry for a desperate heart — (2)Get To Me I cry behind her back I was taught not to speak. Not to say my feelings Shit that get to me. She probably won't care That'll get to me…

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Poetry for a desperate heart — (5)Have @ U No one else Will care more than me No one else Knows your heart. No one else Will honor your attention I won't let anyone else Have…

Poetry for a desperate heart — (9)The One I want the story to end With us. Four kids Including the one. I want the six of us As one. Family photos Because I know...you're the one …

Poetry for a desperate heart — (7)Tattoos All Over Me Would you still tell me You love me If my entire body Was covered in ink? Neck... Arms... No layer of me, visible. Pure ink. ~…

Micro Poetry Collection — (3)Features I'm not the prettiest guy I cover that up, with tattoos ~ Sakari (6)Shadowless Your voice Always seems To stop me From shaking. No more shadows No more tears. …