“What is on your mind?”
You asked with a cute smile.
and I hid the truth.
The truth: Once my father was
taken away by the cops.
“What is on your mind?”
You asked with a cute smile.
and I hid the truth.
The truth: Once my father was
taken away by the cops.
Filed under sangretti
My journey as a writer and my various hobby's .
Pen and Keystroke
My novel titled Ghost Watching, fictional short stories and a few words of poetic wonder thrown in for good measure.
An insight to a heart mind and soul.
"Owls are not what they seem"
Keeping my brain from turning into oatmeal...
poetry for the soul
we're all mad here
Jay W Carmichael
Parents often forget that their child will become an adult one day with memories of childhood.
Sometimes (no, often) the truth is not a way to go. Well done.