Keep me steady as
I walk my very first steps
still a child yet.
*
Fickle as her thoughts,
I have no idea what I
am but I will look.
*
The wind carries me
over valleys I know I
cannot tread alone.
*
I lit you aflame.
And still you will stay until
the end of ours days.
*
NOTE: *for some reason this story would not let me post unless I reached 100 words so in order to post I will continue writing random words until it reaches 100 oh l0ok we are getting close lada lada lada de so close yes ma'am
About the Creator
Kayla
just a writer having fun (:
Turning Pages of Life
Life’s like a book — some parts are good, others not so much. Still, keep turning the pages; you might find the best chapter next. If someone hurts you, choose to forgive or just let it be, but never change who you are for them.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 days ago in Poets
The Last Resident
This story took place in the spring of 2018, when my friend and I were 21 years old. We had met in high school and bonded over our shared love of outdoor adventure. There's an old railroad-turned-gravel trail that winds through the heavy forests and valleys near our midwestern town for over 10 miles.
By spooky session5 days ago in Poets
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