Under my bed...
...We learned to sing the songs of our forefathers and danced around the fire and dream of dreams we never had and managed to climb ...
Atlanta, Georgia
I started writing poetry on a whim one day, though I've always really enjoyed reading it. Normally, I prefer writing in prose (short stories, essay, ...
coughing up storms
gonna kiss you so hard that your fingers always tremble, and when she puts that wedding ring on your finger she'll whisper "please forget"