I am not a childnot anymoreBut rather I amThe rising …
Her
I like the way her mind Bubbles with delicious thoughts …
Ocean Eyes
They were always that blue that wasn’t quite blue Swirling …
Floral
There were wildflowers that grew in the field South of …
Ephemeral
Through eyes of darkness, she watched Quite as the passing …
Art
Have you ever had the urge to express Have you …
When I breathe
My lungs are hollow Empty sacks in my chest. Agony …
