Life lifes and then she writes…
They’ll know me by my scars, And won’t have to ponder. The tattoos and old sores, Leaves no room for wonder. They’ll say I’m no Jane Doe,
By Shi Writes3 years ago in Poets
Exhaling in wind Setting fire to the rain I walk the earth scorned
May 2020 11:29 pm It didn’t have to be this way. I, didn’t have to be this way. But that’s ok. I can fix him and make it all better…
By Shi Writes3 years ago in Fiction
