life hack: remember to compliment people on qualities other than their looks. remind them of their kindness, thoughtfulness, and intelligence. tell them about how powerful and capable they are.
Dont believe what you hear, because good girls are just bad girls that haven't been caught.
Writing poetry when I’m happy
is downright awful.
My fingers fly across the keys,
weightless without sadness.
A smile plays on my lips.
I don’t think twice about lacing
proclamations of love within metaphors.
I am reckless in my joy.
Part of the reason
I hate writing poetry when I’m happy
is that one day I may look back,
and become sad.
Reality continues to ruin my life.