It’s okay baby girl.
You’re fine.
Broken
The Chandelier
This week’s writing prompt: Using no more than 50 words, write one sentence describing a room in as much detail as possible. Continue reading
Loved Broken
I was drunk, cold and out
When I heard the devil serenade you Continue reading
Broken Jar of Clay
Hi. It’s me…
I sit here in my thoughts,
thinking about all I have been through.
No ones fault but by my own choices.
I have been blind, in sin by deed, by choice. Continue reading
Eight Words – Part II
Him
I never for a second doubted your love
But often felt smothered by your affection
[Sighs] Continue reading
Eight Words- Part I
Her
I woke up with my thoughts all foggy again.
[Sigh].
Here again.
Invading my thoughts.
Or is it guilt that plagues me?
Sleepless nights, waking up in cold sweats. Continue reading