An aspiring writer, I write novels, peoms, short stories, and even songs.
When you ask me the question it's always I'm just tired, and then you say sleep, but sleep is not the answer, because it is not the tired in the way
By BGW 🖤6 years ago in Poets
When did our comfort go from teddy bears to boys’ jackets? When did the sweet aroma of cookies change to his cologne? When did the desire of our father’s love change to the love of a boy?