the chosen are called to be as cities on the tops of hills with hope beaming from between clenched teeth they reveal their courage with thudding hearts and trembling knees by being the first ones to fall © Vivian... Continue Reading →
My observations: She smirks- even with mask off she dares show her face And then I see her makeup and wonder what lies beneath I think I can guess -That smirk would have gone away -her eyes would dim... Continue Reading →
The words blurred into one another- every yellowed page like the one before Mysteries unfolded before my eyes Tales of old - revealing dark secrets about me Who was I? Who was I meant to be? Every yellowed page like... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 