Easy for you, to leave as a victim.
Why blame me for what happened,
when I'm the one left hurting?
wisdomblade.com
nepalearn.com
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Lucas Rae and writers in Poets and other communities.
I want to see your faint, unsuspecting smile, I want to hear your whispers. Feel your scars, and make peace with your blisters.
By Lucas Rae3 years ago in Poets
I’m out and about Strutting through the daffodils Flicking back my hair Doing my thing I feel your stares I hear your whispers
By Mother Combsa day ago in Poets
Mirror on the wall What reflection do you see When you look at me
By Margaret Minnicks6 days ago in Poets
The short form of tomorrow is never the whole story. Abbreviations mean nothing when we are born to die and we all are aren't we? Being spoken for before birth is something we're not supposed to remember like some kind of karma after effect. Still here we are spending our lives looking for each other.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelleabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.