@the.writer.says: Transform your feelings into masterpieces. #poetry #poem #Her #Love #BookTok

ᨳଓ :

Omg no way I have the exact same handwriting 😭

侨泱🇨🇳 :

That's what makes it art

dominiwrites :

my kind of therapy

Sunni_Yeepi :

People happy when their finally not single, while I'm sad, angry, disappointed of myself for finally having a bf even tho were just faking it to prank our friends... I never date in my entire life even now since its a fake date, but still... Act like we're dating feels wrong for me-

Username9826 :

Your feelings are poetry💗

Justa🦕illybit⭐️ :

I’m looking for penpalsssssss who want to wir tree their poetry

~alessandra💋 :

It’s called art

Poetrybysecret 📖✍️ :

Posted my first one today!!

D3MONS :

if the ocean searches for the moon every night, knowing it could never truly reach it, whats wrong with loving someone who can't return your love?

♨️ :

I feel everyones pain like mine but i dont even feel my own pain

ྀིྀི 🕸️🦇Paulina🦇🕸️ ྀིྀི :

Its better then Talk with people about the Problems

lonn_words :

The best thing ever!!

romane🌊 :

any idea of the song name plsss

lunais :

I don't know if that makes me feel free or even more trapped.

savethatnote :

Exactly

BleedingVerses :

Relatable

sid :

always

🌊Aylguu in Alex G's guitar🪼 :

I'm the only dead rose in Rose garden🥀

𝓀𝒾𝓀𝒶𝓎'𝓈⋆₊⊹ :

my escape

sophie 🎭 :

★ Nao :

People enter our lives and then leave like a gust of wind, taking pieces of you with them, the missing pieces then become holes that you cannot fill. This void is so big that you get lost in it. A resentment of absence, an intense need to want to feel happy again. No matter the efforts you make, it will never be enough because they expect excellence, perfection what precisely, you cannot achieve. Exhaustion is a completely different kind of suffering, you can have slept for hours it will not go away, it accumulates until it explodes. Bursting on the way the tiny layer of glass that describes your balance. Never expect too much from a person because he will most likely disappoint you. Never give efforts for those who don't. That's what I remember, wounds stacked on my heart to the hair that I lose every time I wonder what I could have done wrong. They lie and make you hope for things that can never happen. We tear each other apart every day, the cause of separation is due to incessant manipulation and neglected promise. Why must we drop everything that is important to us for fear of not waking up again. The wave hit and we drowned. That's how I've seen the world for a while, deep and cruel. Why does it have to happen to the person who knows how to manage the least well-preserved problems?

ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ :

🦄m¡sty🪽~☆*ﾟ :

i wished I was never treated like this, I take all of the scars and plant them in my vines, and most hurtful ones in heart. I will never forgive. I will never save anyone after how long it has been, they should be the one saving themselves not me. they should be independent.

E-m-y-🤍 :

(French poem) Il est Minuit passé, j’ai toujours envie de t’embrasser même si mon coeurs a dépassé ses raisons. Je suis prise dans ses roues de la vie meurtri dans toute ses façons. La vie est comme une rose fannée au millieu de la pluie. Mon seule envie est de pouvoir rejoindre ses étoiles si dances que je puisse dansé et m’amuser avec elle.

수연 (Suyeon): :

"yes, I want you in every universe but I want you more in this one. I want to feel your heart beat against the rhythm of love in my body. Clearing the hatred away and leaving caution to hold. I love you from the moment you wake to when your head lays on my chest as you drift off. I love you in every universe but I love you more in this one."