It’s no wonder my first friend was a book.
We will drown out those lies with our voices. We will prove you wrong.
Regret tastes like a rusted penny and the sharp tang of too much salt. It’s that feeling after you say … More
Another poem. This is one out of three I wrote the other day. I got randomly inspired. Enjoy!
If I could say all the things I wanted to say, I’d start by saying you are the reason why … More
“Parched, I am parched, dry, chapped lips no one wants to kiss…” My first blog post of 2020!
Tell me, do you think of my touch When the cold snowflake lands on your warm skin and melts, dripping … More
You thought it would be easy like riding a bike with your dad You thought it would be quick like … More