Home is a place within me, incorruptible and free
The place where no one tells me what I can and cannot be
It dwells within my core through every fire, every storm
By Crysten Cornish8 months ago in Poets
“I still don’t get why they were so in love with Gatsby”, Jade muttered from the backseat.
“What was that?” Aunt CeCe asked into the rearview.
By Crysten Cornish9 months ago in Families