I listen to the screams.
The shattering glass pierces my ears.
It is the breaking of pictures that used to be. Continue reading “Left Alone”
She believes in love at first sight.
She knows the feeling of loving someone more then she loves herself.
Her day usually starts with early mornings.
Her day ends with late nights. Continue reading “She Is a Super Hero”
Little bare feet.
Tiny soft hands.
You look like an angel fast asleep. Continue reading “Precious Child”