not welcome Poetry It’s in that moment when our eyes locked and your gaze doesn’t feel the same anymore that I felt shame for entering a maze with no end. But then again, I wasn’t welcomed in the first place. 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
Thanks, Sherina! I always try to bring out different emotions from the prompts. LikeLiked by 1 person
Love this❤️
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I love what you did with this ‘maze’ prompt!!!
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Thanks, Sherina! I always try to bring out different emotions from the prompts.
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Ahh, Love unrequited.
More for less,
They receive.
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