Salty - drops - of - sadness Flow D O W N My flushed cheeks I have cried myself a sea Where I now sail on a tattered ship
By Liz Suprise3 years ago in Poets
Sorry isn't a word; it's a feeling When actions don’t meet what you say Isn’t it words without meaning? Everything I've known crumbled
It was an excruciating warm summer day. The waves of the turquoise colored lake danced along the shoreline amongst the feet of many beach-goers basking in the sun like lizards on heated rocks.
By Liz Suprise3 years ago in Humans