#pc13prompts

[pharaon172j]

Check out all saxy kinky pussy

[lomonaco994c]

Filthy women wants 2 fnck

[sparkandashes]

I wrote to you each day, even though my letters never reached you, I have still spent time with you like I always used to, no matter where you actually were, for me, you were always here, with me. Right here.

[alaskaisnothere]

when people leave, it's never like a bandaid. the pain keeps following you, along with their coffee stains and paper trails. all those memories and the little things that made them special. and so you find yourself crying in front of that coffee shop where you always used to go and you turn off the radio whenever their favorite song comes on. their ghosts keep haunting you but here's a thing about wraiths: they are not real.

giulswrites

[heartofmuse]

Words are all I have

Words are all I have because I can only give you that

You are so far away from me,

Where my hands cannot reach,

Where my lips cannot touch,

All I have are my words

So I gift them to you,

Every morning when I rise,

Every evening , every night

I pour into them what my body wishes to tell you but can't

I imbue them with all I am

So that when you read them

They will sing to you the song found in my heart,

For words I have come to treasure,

Because your words to me are all I have of you

e.v.e.

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

kiss me one last time / before the moon and sun steal / you away again

haiku: burning twilight kiss

[taralovepoetry]

love me on the moon

without gravity to weigh us down

we’ll dance among the stars

with nothing to erase

the marks you’ve carved

without wind to blow away

your tender kisses on my scars

[blacknwh1te-cray0ns]

The 'you', in my poems, is never the same you.

A writer’s secret // m.r.n