The Pillow
Have you ever rested on a pillow and wondered whose head has rested there before? Whose strands of blonde hair
Singer-Songwriter
Have you ever rested on a pillow and wondered whose head has rested there before? Whose strands of blonde hair
I’m not usually this quiet, but I have to be, because what I say: won’t help won’t sway won’t make
The title of each poem will be shown as it was written on Facebook. And beneath it the first name
The title of each poem will be shown as it was written on Facebook. And beneath it the first name
Sorry for Being Myself: Iteration 1 relation ships passing in the night moon out crescent-shaped mouth smile for the camera
I’ve asked for ideas for poems before, but this last ask inspired a hell of a lot more responses than
I believe in second chances. I believe in third chances. This poem is about belief that things can always change,
Arms I want to feel safe in your arms, but I don’t want to need you to feel safe: does
So due to a request, I am finishing a post I started about 3 years ago. There wasn’t much content
I’m a person split in half: one half is creative, emotional, artistic, passionate, and all the other adjectives you’d associate