prettyrose

Primary tabs

TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StoryA Private Grief amlee1214 years 8 months ago
StoryWhy Oh Why? prettyrose614 years 8 months ago
Forum topicFeedback wanted t.crask115 years 2 months ago
StoryNothing frensham215 years 5 months ago

Pages

My stories

What Are We

Are we really like a sheet, Blowing in the wind, In a long line with others, Not sure when its time to Get taken away. Perhaps we are weeds, Have a purpose for a little

Happy Thoughts!

We never know when we have to go, But when its time, our light will not glow. But lets not mope. Remember the times we laughed and cried The days we walked in the sun, while

White Snow seduction!!

Some may say my life was decadence Long before I did, But was I wrong to grasp for Even a mynute dash of hope, Or was I just too blind to see, what was There leaping out in front of me.

Missing My Right Arm :)

You may have left our time frame. But you never left us! And although this crumberling pain, Stays the same, Whatever day it falls on, Your thought of today, More than you know.

Pages