Poem.

Drifting away.

Regrets flows a crimson red.

Stream of consciousness.

Stream of consciousness.

Hey this a short poem I made.
I think it’s pretty good lol anyway check it out.

Poem about a crippled orphan wanting a home.

I said I wouldnt start until the summer, but it feels like summer now. Thought id but out a potential start of the story out and see what feedback I get. Hope you enjoy it. Ok so I have now started to add more, as my creative moods are starting to come around more often.By the way, as I have not written or read anything for a while now this story will not be perfect, however after it or a chapter is done I will finely tune it and the spelling.

You possess me – possessed by love.

What do our dreams mean exactly?