GOD SAVE ME

While the silent heart in deep reflection does stray— “Haylee, be mine, my grace,” it softly does enfold. The colors of the sea ...

Love on the brain could indeed just be love, and within this statement itself lies one of the greatest fundamental truths ...

My head is spinning, My thoughts sway towards an unfinished past, And at my door, a stammering voice calls, Under the weight of a mistletoe