The cracks are showing, but I don’t fear the fall or the mend to making it crack-less Tie tight, dig in, hold on.  The ...

Glisten, glow, and shine. A winter white snowfall.  A warm silver-white glow of a high moon hangs in the ink-black sky.  You and I ...

Your heart is a love poem.  He said effortlessly. My heart quivers in a beautiful and pure truth; that is us and you. A ...

What are your hands really for? What are a pair of hands true purpose? My hands are there to hold you at your weakest; ...

A broken heart in a box.  Grief sounds like shoes walking away from the scene of the crime. There are keyboard melodies that slowly ...