Scribbles and tales
There was a time when he was good to me, When he treated me like a flower. The tables soon turned, all the coins flipped, His ugly side then came to power. Smiles changed to frowns, days into weeks, When I realised there was nothing left to redeem. The songs we once used to hum... Continue Reading →
Heart pounding so hard, each second making it more difficult to breathe. Lying on his deathbed he thought, "heaven above or all the way beneath?" Would it be everlasting or writhing pain? Would everything fall apart and nothing remain? His family by his side, even the ones who just visited during the holidays. How come... Continue Reading →
The left handed Fiona 