Just a writer looking for a outlet. Constructive critisism is always wanted!
The sun has risen. Planet earth rejoice in life. Its heels carry night.
By KSabout a year ago in Poets
I see your face as I close my eyes. Tiny nose and mouth, no beauty could compromise So sweet your smile Soft and kind
“If walls could talk...the stories they could tell.” The old woman said quietly with a sigh. “What do you mean about “talking walls” grandma?” A small girl with a bouncing ponytail popped out from behind the antique screen the woman had been gingerly dusting. She ignored the child and continued her work. The action piqued the girl's interest, and she moved a bit closer to the screen.
By KSabout a year ago in Fiction
When I’m feeling sad and blue I close my eyes and think of you A gentle hand, a softened touch. A crinkled grin from smiling so much
They say that sense is often common I believe that it's long forgotten Unspoken rules to live by We can understand if we try