I once was told that I’d make the perfect wife,
But what they failed to see...

As I sit here
Trying my best not to cry...

Title: Picnic
Category: Picnic Pleiades...

Lone soul smothered with despair
Yearning to be consumed in Christ...

Pitter patters of little feet
no longer run beneath...

My phone rang at 9:17 am
I couldn’t believe my ears...

Lord, I ask for courage
Courage to stay strong...

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I need no man...

Through all the hustles and bustles,
The studies and the test...

Famished with no end
voracious unlike before...

My love for you shall never perish
every memory will be forever cherished...

Silently creeping
Taking control...