poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
It was then... when you grabbed my waist, when your hands pulled me close, firmly gripping my hips, that I knew how desperately I needed you. It was then... when I felt your lips caress my skin; when you took hold of my face, gently pulling my chin, and you breathed life into my lungs,… Continue reading Introspective
Forgive me if I'm quiet and don't have much to say. My heart hurts a little extra today. The sun came up and all I wanted to do was cover myself back up and hide underneath the covers. I'd rather be alone while my weary soul feels smothered by sadness; while my grief-stricken bones ache… Continue reading Processing Grief
Unraveling my soul 