Give me time, she said
Let me figure this out
But what she didn’t know was
She was already dead
A scoundrel she was
She’d had it coming
For she had been living a life of deceit
Cheating and thieving
And being monstrously decadent.
Loving Life and Inspiring Others
Listless: Lacking zest or vivacity
A blog for short stories
These dreams of dread, I sprout, All souls so weak, they rout. These gnarled roots of mine, they bind, All souls of so feeble, a mind.
The thin line between bullshit and cowdung
Animals, Gift Ideas, Travel, Books, Recycling Ideas and Many, Many More
Beautiful photos of hiking and other outdoor adventures.
لا أحب الصراخ بحنجرتي, فصرخت بأصابعي وأصبحت كاتبة. لــ كوليت خوري