Learn more about other poetry terms
he was so bright God, he was bright he made my skin burn when he touched it he made my heart race, air so thick I couldn't get a breath like the hottest day of mid-July. yes, he was bright
I am ready to move on I am ready to let go I am done tormenting myself with what could’ve or should’ve been. It’s time to let the past be what it is.
right now she lost control of herself recent events that mounted up to indifference where hatred is piercing her warm heart and transforming to cold as ice i know this isn't her at all (not at all)