Cry me a tear and singof how your heart is aching.Tell me how you can’t denythe sobs that you sit to cry. Cry me a
Author: Rachel
Hello! I've been running a small blog to share features of others' work as well as have a place for my own artwork for about 11 years. I hope it's enjoyable to you as well!
Life isn’t an absolute. You can’t just sit there and sayat the beginning of your daythat it will only suck! Yes it will be hardand
“Love your neighbor.” Sounds simple enoughbut it’s nearly impossible if you doubt yourself.Harder still when they hate you, even the placeyou live and were raised.
Tired of playing a losing gamea little girl walks away,even though it breaks her heart.Maybe tomorrow she’ll give another shot. Married, yet miles away.They only
“Why do red eyes call the shot between acceptance and being left to rot? If my eyes were sapphire blue no one would doubt my
Shadows in the noontime;daylight in the night.Each are out of lineand neither in the right.The wind is blowing fire,simply breathing death,upon the weakened life.Why is
I don’t like the spotlight much;too much brightness and too hard a touch.Avoiding the punches that come too fast and hardmakes me smart. Not a