or sign in with e-mail
Don't have an account? Register Here!
Thank you for reading *Andrea Pike*
Summer fails me often
as pastels blend with...
I used to admire
women draped in black...
Its very difficult
to smile during a thunderstorm...
She was placed in an environment
where lost angels have gathered...
I can't always write about you
but here lately your eyes dance...
A Woman's face withers
upon a morning sun...
My heart is for giving
but my soul dies if I dont feed it first.