Slumber
The temperatures plummet, my bones …
Tag: micro poem
Like Nature
Don’t rush the process of …
Whose Hearts
Death means you’re gone, but …
Still Exist
Do any peeps of honorable …
Remember
Do you remember the day …
Emo
They said I’m emo. Uh, …
Cruel
His torture was self inflicted …
Fresh
A fresh breakfast is tastier …