Just a girl who’s following the path, trusting the process, and is madly in love with our marble 🌏
Silently sitting in the sky A million places passing by Through often several shades of grey, It’s never really gone away.
By Linnea Loree4 years ago in Poets
There’s a tattoo on my wrist with words that speak of “home” It describes not a place where dinner awaits, Nor a voice on the end of the phone
