Rust puddles in the trunk of my carAn old guitar in the back seatNothing holds her together nowBut her wildest hopes and dreams#creativewriting
Rust puddles in the trunk of my carAn old guitar in the back seatNothing holds her together nowBut her wildest hopes and dreams#creativewriting
The Panterian ChroniclesThe princess Sir, won’t you bring the moon closer, A tale I might have to tell, Of a night when the world slept colder, The eve...
The Sky Is None But YoursThey tell me there’s no heaven for you But I saw it in a dream Standing at your resting place Just over the field and stream I know I...
The BenchTwo years ago we sat at this bench, Your eyes glued to the ground. I was leaving, you knew, done fighting with you. There was nothing...
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