So blissful…I press on.

I wrote this for my Mother last year, for her birthday, on March 12.

Poem I just wrote.

Caileigh and Jeff have known each other for thirteen years, this is there story, from beginning to now.

I have a best friend of 10 years now! Even though we are far apart we still talk all the time, and I miss her so much. I wrote this to let her know I still think about her and how much I miss her.

Descriptive prose on a close friend / best friend of mine. A response to a creative writing prompt found online.

He is my best friend even more
He is being hunted came to me
Just off the tired and hidden to run again
He was knocking on my door wasted
His back scarred red black
He hopes to be wasted after discarded
His father was a small employee class flip-flops.

A best friend is always there whether you need advice.

Missing someone?

Ever had a moment in time where someone so special to you doesn’t believe a word you say?