You sadistic liar, you cheated me out of love…

Words can really cut deep.

Life is like a can. It starts off as an idea before taking shape. In the end it starts wearing away and rusting before it gets buried or burned to ashes in the fire.

A poem about receiving consequences for horrible actions.

Two ending relationships.

A wife reminiscing about her deceased husband.

She watches you now and she always will.

A not so loving wife.

This is the only time in my entire life that I wished I could take back one thing that was done.

A little raccoon, so cute.