Poems from Tiffany mcarthur
Alone some feel when their mother dies. The cold shameless, white body that lies stiff before them.The trailing tears, that flow from her...
Alone some feel when their mother dies. The cold shameless, white body that lies stiff before them.The trailing tears, that flow from her...
In the end you will reflect, you will be dissatisfied. But will you, worry? Will you captivate, your thoughts?Are you going to be lost...