Poems from audrey-not-aubrey
Sometimes, when I am lucky,
I can get away long enough to see the stars.
Far from the noise, from
broken memories and fear of "never...
Sometimes, when I am lucky,
I can get away long enough to see the stars.
Far from the noise, from
broken memories and fear of "never...
When I was a kid, my mom would give me and my sisters
coloring books to keep us preoccupied
during Sunday Masses- Jesus themed coloring...
Housekeeping
I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with closets.
On one hand it’s been a safe spot wasn’t it?
A haven to escape to...
Please forgive what I say next,
but after you are gone
I will burn the memories of you at the stake
and choke on their smoke like the...