Eyes Whisper Lies More Than Lips Ever Could

A Poet's Curse

And poets write Of love and Lust Of how their treatment Is unjust Poets write of Hurt & pain Such things Inspire again And again But how can You verse The curse Of life mundane Each day the same Write about Blissful normality No lifetime calamity But If we need To be hurt To feel Is that real I know Poets bleed And need To hurt So that they can Ink in verse Their life’s curse But it’s hard to Comprehend This goes Until the end So that on their tomb Is carved in stone Here lies A poet Who lived alone Cursed by The need to verse All life’s wrongs Instead of singing Misfortune’s song Missed opportunities Long since Gone By focusing on Each woeful stanza Missed out on life’s Wondrous bonanza

My art #Rasta #bob marley #one love #one heart

toxic 📢 friendships 📢 are 📢 just 📢 as 📢 traumatizing 📢 as 📢  relationships 📢📢📢

BONUS: Helga’s parrot listening in

I love this

[Kisses that are sweet Are an exotic treat. Lips that are bitter Are stained with cheap liquor.]

Yep!!

My version of flirting is looking at someone I find attractive multiple times and hoping they’re more brave than I am.

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Favourite part of my new room 😊