Some people don't create. They just steal and repost

I can live with being wrong, but not with losing her.

I watched the full moon until my eyes began to sting, trying to understand why beauty sometimes hurts more than anything ugly. Perhaps it was the hour, perhaps it was her, or perhaps the heart simply grows tired of carrying a love that has nowhere to go. #poetry

i hope i never become so concerned with making a living that i forget to actually live a little

i hate that i have to act unbothered about things that genuinely hurt me

i could carve myself into a thousand forms of devotion, and still be but a fraction of what you desire.

she wore wine-red lingerie, her stockings sheer as smoke, the satin robe slipping from her rounded shoulders, while her gaze lingered with a shameless, teasing hunger, and every discarded ribbon became a verse in the dark little sonnet her body was writing... #poetry #erotica

even the trees need a little goodbye

autumn is proof that change can be beautiful too

autumn laid its amber at the hem of her dress, the wind stole a strand of hair, and the trees watched her pass. I had a pocketful of verses, each one rehearsed for her, but October fell between us, and I forgot every word. #poetry

good morning, may something nice happen without costing money