Poems from Discordedwhoofs

Silence is a virtue for some, but for me it's a curse. All the things I wish I had said. I wish I told you that you look great in that...
I once hurt someone. Someone that I'll never forget, blonde luscious hair that seemed to blow effortlessly through the breeze. Blue eyes...
Titles are so restricting, no? They say what you are and what to be. Leaving very little room for creativity, a title in a sense crushes...
They say that there are plenty of fish in the sea, but what they don't tell you is that not many will suffice thee.