Every Breath is also Heartache, No Warmth is felt from the Light of the Sun, Tears Fall and Sadness I Cannot Shake. Happiness is Not Mine to Give or Take,
By Thad Rhodes2 years ago in Poets
Comfort was my mother's smile and my father's laughter. The aroma of dinner cooking and the meal thereafter. Comfort was youth...
By Thad Rhodes3 years ago in Poets
