L. V., i found this poem stuck between your teeth
L. V., i found this poem on my last day as a child
L. V., i found this poem whilst listening to your favourite song
L. V., i found this poem staring at me from under the bed
L. V., i found this poem inside an empty promise
L. V., and this is how i bury you
L. V., sometimes we don’t need to listen to the reader or the critics or the voices in our head
[i found this poem in my drafts, where it should have remained (pt. 8)]
L. V., i found this poem in one of the pockets of a coat you left at my place
L. V., i found this poem whilst staring at your favourite painting for too long that the lines started to blur and the colours looked like mud
what's the new side blog ?
sideblogs* actually
okay but give me a good reason to unleash those awful edits (again) for even one person to see
L. V., you tell me it’s okay
Poetry. Prose. Free Verse. May explore dark/sensitive themes.
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