I am inspired to write when there is that slight breeze in the air that sort of rustles your soul. Please enjoy my pieces, as I have enjoyed writing them |
My love,
Are you still mine...
You make me fall
Just one look says it all...
Bruises to the left
And bruises to the right...
Stitch my heart back up
Wipe my tears away...
Joe had barely turned 19
When he signed up for the war...