Elizabeth C
I claim to be a writer but I’m really just a poet with a dream :] Find me on Wattpad @slidemethefanfic
Elizabeth C
I claim to be a writer but I’m really just a poet with a dream :] Find me on Wattpad @slidemethefanfic
I claim to be a writer but I’m really just a poet with a dream :] Find me on Wattpad @slidemethefanfic
I claim to be a writer but I’m really just a poet with a dream :] Find me on Wattpad @slidemethefanfic
Emotions.
They flow like an ocean.
They move, like the sea.
Never ending, always changing. Flowing in and fading away, stretching as far as the eye can see.
Crashing, beating, and drowning, they pull you in without escape. As the water fills your ears and you’re pushed down by the waves.
You can’t hear and you can’t see, all you feel is the tide pulling you by the waist. Pulling you deeper,...
Your hand on my waist.
My heart pounding like it’s in a race.
Impossibilities I know we can face.
That’s what I feel.
Dancing in the rain.
We sway, slowly, softly.
Gently, you ease your hands off me.
The cold of the night envelops me.
Dancing in the rain.
You whisper a quick goodnight.
I won’t let you leave without a fight.
You assure me I have no reason to fright.
Dancing in the ...
I should never have gone down that rabbit hole.
I should never have fallen into this pit of terrifying wonder.
They say that it’s a place you can only find in dreams. That much, they know, true.
But they’re only thinking of one kind of dream, and in my book, they’re two.
A nightmare.
That’s what this place is. The kind that shakes you awake.
A place full of horrors and tragedy’s, sights ...
Dear Christopher Robin,
It’s been quite some time now, since you’ve visited the hundred-acre-wood. And without you here, things don’t feel as they should.
Kanga’s been worried, so has little roo. Although he’s all grown up now, and I suppose you are too.
And I miss you Christopher Robin,
I really, truly, do.
I would trade all the honey in the world to play again with you.
So ple...