Poems from TheePossibility
Hope is the blood that routes my veins, provoking my passion and vitality during my youth. Ideals stack themselves like broken puzzle...
Hope is the blood that routes my veins, provoking my passion and vitality during my youth. Ideals stack themselves like broken puzzle...
Hope is the blood that routes my veins, provoking my passion and vitality during my youth. Ideals stack themselves like broken puzzle...
It's simply done. This movement through the dos and do nots have restrained an otherwise free spirit. I breathe through this pencil. I'm...
What makes the word of a man ring true? Is it the deepness of his voice, that reverberates through his abdomen and is thrown to the world...