The art of writing, the written wordPummels me into shardsBelabors my thoughts into existenceAnd suffocates the silence inside of meIn stages of adole..
You would gaze at meAnd I would look downYou would howl with laughterAnd I would giggle silentlyYou would sob uncontrollablyAnd I would fake my sympat..
"Looking for a good time?" I say while biting my lip seductively. "My lips are Skittles; wanna taste the rainbow?" I begin to tease."Haha! Girl, you s..
Pregnant. I kept thinking. Pregnant. Why? Just why? I keep pacing myself back and forth. Why?Only one person to call of course: Laura.I dial her numbe..
Months come and go and they finally lead to my ninth month. Nine and a half months to be exact. The most important moment I've been waiting for...It's..