Swing down with a cold-hearted hand of the wood As you watch little of our meekest desires And we hold on to even less of our intrinsical...

I am Three. Split in half by the separation of my parents, I was broken. In the lavish world in which my father resided, I was a...

Sadness Is not a wound that needs healing. Sadness is the stitches that tie you back together: Painful when the needle pierces your...