The ground beneath my feet feels shaky, unstable, like I’m about to fall. No, collapse. Still, I’m floating. The air is thick with smoke. An unfamiliar man walks through the door.
By Sarah Roslonowski 4 years ago in Criminal
They say home is where your heart resides Well, I only at feel at home when I'm by your side When you hold me close in your arms
By Sarah Roslonowski 4 years ago in Poets
