Disabled creative with a love for writing, and a dream for her voice to be heard.
Excuse me, Can I draw you? I'll illustrate every word you say. I can punctuate your passions, Pitting peaches beneath a setting sun.
By D.C. Somjarlee11 months ago in Poets
The trees begin to whisper, Just as I begin to listen, Or was that the other way around? My thoughts wither like decay,
There I go again, Attributing my worth to the shadows I find floating across your gaze. Or maybe it’s in the ways I can feel you shifting,
