Writing is my passion, poems, stories, and play,s. I am kind of a dark person so it is funny when i write unsuspecting things. |
Her face shines through the crowd
Like a beacon of sorrow...
The days pass by
And I am still alive...
Her face shines through the crowd.
She looks stunning and beautiful...
A young girl watches,
As her father begins to fly...
Faith is nothing more than a security blanket for scared little children. |
The meaning of life is for life to be meaningless in all forms. |