You only think you’re not beautiful because you can’t see all of the things that illuminate your beauty. You don’t see the way your eyes glimmer and shine
By alexi petersen2 years ago in Poets
A home full of light the fireplace roaring Filling the Crevices With laughter and chatter The soft coo of an infant
Sunday 6:30 am The sun finally rose over the hillside turning the barn doors from a granite to a crimson color. With each phase of the morning, more and more animals would begin to stir, from the chickens to the pigs to the cows.
By alexi petersen2 years ago in Horror