Creative Soul Vinny Lanni Creative, Poetry March 7, 2016June 28, 2018 Remember me as I was: blood, bones, insides, and splattered dried-up ink, dripping into a puddle beneath me; words unspoken regrets buried skin deep, my soul creative soul dying to escape. Share this:FacebookTwitterTumblrRedditPinterestLinkedInEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Vinny Lanni View all posts by Vinny Lanni Published March 7, 2016June 28, 2018
I’m tired, it’s late, I have homework, but I’m enjoying this poem instead. (Beautiful/relatable last line) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
That was a cute comment intro lol Thanks Jess you’re sweet ☺️ Now go do your homework! lol LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
this is beautiful.
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Intense and beautiful
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I’m tired, it’s late, I have homework, but I’m enjoying this poem instead. (Beautiful/relatable last line)
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That was a cute comment intro lol Thanks Jess you’re sweet ☺️ Now go do your homework! lol
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Reblogged this on GUM | Growing Up Millennial.
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Vivid and beautiful! Sweet ink Vinnie
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Super sweet, like always. Thank you, Heather. You’re too nice!
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My pleasure 💕
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Lovely :)
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Why thank you very much!
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lovely poem
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