Poems from strangepattern
Suicide is real. It's real, and it's everywhere. It is something that will rip you to shreds, then piece you back together again. Your...
A troubled mind of broken thoughts
to ponder as you lay;
drowning in an open sea
of sorrow every day.
Console your thoughts with...
Much good will come to those who wait;
for those who cannot cleanse their slate.
A shattered heart, the broken ones
new life awaits; it...
What if you felt an undying affectionAn honest, eternal, phlegmatic protectionIf love couldn't find you, would you go off and lookFor the...
It starts with a look, a gentle embrace
A feeling of comfort as they sit face to face
Her hand on his cheek, and his in her hair
An arm...