My mother is white. Skin so soft it looks like it's never been kissed by the sun. Her eyes a pale blue, like a sea you'd get lost in if you stared to ..
I wrote this late one night after i had a dream where i was talking to myself.... I asked numerous questions... Wrote down the ones i remembered and t..
I wrote this poem for a class in highschool. I really hated the kind of writer i was back then. However this poem was one of the ones I really liked a..
I realize now love is unpredictable. Love can come in many forms.
Love can be a freckled faced, hair that has been kissed by the son, boy who calls y..
There is this war inside me,and comfort is a hell of a drug .it's everything i thought it would beand i find myself stuck .they say misery loves compa..