My
Everything I used to write
Was either for you,
Or, later,
About you.
I cut you out of
My life. Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. I”
My
Everything I used to write
Was either for you,
Or, later,
About you.
I cut you out of
My life. Continue reading “Midnight Depression Collection Pt. I”
If red sunrise means
that blood was spilled, would not the
sun always be red?
Steve D
Rose, magenta, peach –
all ripple and weave on the
early horizon.
Steve D
Love always makes me picture red roses Continue reading “Color Schemes – Red Roses – JG”