I have always said that I won’t get married. I already had that idea out of my head since my boyfriend and I broke up.

A descriptive poem I wrote when I was 15 years old.

Prayer truly binds us one.

Oh, to have a love as this.

The dreams I had hoped for had arrived so late.

The thoughts of a cheating girlfriend.

Waking to share a cup of coffee with his companion a man is, once again, brutally reminded the companion is lost.