Writing is speaking your mind on paper.
"... Bethany? Are you listening to me?" Dr.Jacobs asks, the entire class turning to stare at me with their blank eyes. "Yes," I answer, my cheeks burning.
By Cheyenne Grandel6 years ago in Horror
It was middle of August, And I remember looking at you, Looking at me, First time in six years, Holding back the tears.
By Cheyenne Grandel6 years ago in Poets
My body against yours in this warm bed, as I get a strong kiss on my head, I turn around and see the lust, as you make your way to my bust.