Nine, I remember being nine, not many people do but they would if they had experienced what I did. Nine, I was a devoted baptized Catholic child, knew all the prayers, had participated in the occasional choir singing, and enrolled in catechism. God was very real to me, he listened to my prayers and hello … More God of the children…
First just want to make sure to thank whoever is reading or has read this story whether here on Wattpad and be grateful to God that today 4/7/17 it occupies the #7 spot in Historical Fiction and has had more than 35k+ views since 2/15/17 on Wattpad looking forward with what’s to happen still… Second … More Chapter 1.
Maybe it was the sunset Or the way you told a story That made me forget Day and clocks ticking Runaway with one wish To have roots and grow It wasn’t fair though The dearest one said yes Weeds, tall and suffocating Next to your roses subjugating My wasteland took over Your garden like an … More Foxes
“It’s hard to find out you don’t know a person the way you thought you did. It’s hard to find out the face you thought you loved is only a mask.” Stephen King.
I met you surrounded by white The first time I saw your bright eyes Humming lullabies in the dark One look set flying a millions sparks What we needed we always took Were we ever people or two closed books? Ripping each other’s heart only to hear The crying, the pain, the insincere You made … More Bright Eyes
“People think you’re crazy if you talk about things they don’t understand.” Elvis Presley.
Black Ray Bans and your black leather jacket, Only I know how hard you try to expose your chaos But when I look at you I can’t help myself, Even when you drive down the highway of the lost If destiny would have opened your eyes to me I dreamed one day you would finally … More Bad
“Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.” Leo Tolstoy.
I’ve got a lover, Unlike anything you’ve seen, I’ve got a lover, That’s made me his queen, I’ve got a lover, Who is like the China walls, I’ve got a lover, Who only for me calls, And with him la vita e dolce, But with me it’s a getaway, His dark hair like the night, … More The Lover