Someone asked me Recently and I tried to explain It's never ending tears. Like when it rains. It's like always remembering.
By Samantha Jane St. Raymond5 years ago in Poets
If you were my pride I'd wrap you in gold I'd brag around town to everyone I told. My sweet child of blended pinks and blue
The Colors Of My Grief My eyes are darkened by my story within, optical illusions in my mind's camera lens. The swirling of purple
The day barely started as I reached over to grab my little black book from my nightstand. I held it close to my heart. This "dumb book", as my husband would say, adding "why are you always doodling in that thing?"
By Samantha Jane St. Raymond5 years ago in Humans
