Golden retriever with an internet receiver.
I used to be the wild child. The unbridled giddy that made life seem so easy. The girl with softness and unfiltered flare that my tongue could whip without repercussions
By Emily Ruiz5 years ago in Poets
I yearned for something I could feel but did not know. A rattle was heard from the depth of my bones. My body carried to a new horizon and time.
