Writing to write; writing to feel; writing to change. What moves you?
Rain had fallen, leaving the earth feeling fresh. It was a new season, a new chance, Change was in the air. Laughter, drinks,
By Vanessa M. Thibeault7 years ago in Poets
I’m mourning the loss of a man who hasn’t yet died He’s one who has left a hole that can’t be filled Though I will try He destroyed what I thought I could have
