He and She Poetry She dreamed of him a thousand times. She wasn’t even sleeping. He looked at her a thousand times. He still couldn’t see. [Photo] Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like Loading... Related
There are times when a thought just comes to mind and you just have to express it, so I did. This gives me *feels* 😉 LikeLiked by 1 person
I know! I don’t like sad but I always end up writing sad stories and stuff. Plus, sad movies always hit me. Sighhh LikeLike
It’s good to know we don’t like sad (I don’t like it, either), but you are good at crafting it. Which is helpful for everyone who gets to read your work. Yeah, sigh. LikeLiked by 1 person
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This spoke to me on a very deep and personal level. Such beautiful words.
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There are times when a thought just comes to mind and you just have to express it, so I did. This gives me *feels* 😉
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Haha!.. Me too! Me too!
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And I have to say you are extremely talented. I have a way with words.
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That’s what I’d like to think haha. Thanks! ☼
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This is good. It’s telling. And real. And sad.
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I know! I don’t like sad but I always end up writing sad stories and stuff. Plus, sad movies always hit me. Sighhh
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It’s good to know we don’t like sad (I don’t like it, either), but you are good at crafting it. Which is helpful for everyone who gets to read your work. Yeah, sigh.
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That’s really profound.
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