Juvenile Thoughts

Did it start with the Bogeyman under your bed, waiting to grab your feet? Or was it the eerie feeling of desolation when you lost your mot...

You are more than the glorious curve of your hip or the unevenness of your skin You are more than the little scar on your nape or the bi...

It was one of those nights you'd never remember, A night that was just there. If we hadn't happened that warm, beautiful night, ...