Ruminating.
Ruminating.
in a garden where the best fruit are readily available who will be the one to eat the ones who’s nectar has gone sour with temptation and longing for love
my bed feels less and less like a place for comfort and more like a somber reminder of whats become of me #poetry #poem #writing #creativewriting
an emotion capable of singing a sirens song, branding a mind with its ending all too soon
arguments often lead to emotional rifts within our mind; some bigger then ever expected