Poems from courtney.vaughan.378

I frequently think of why i belong here, yes on Earth. What is the purpose of our lives? What is the purpose of my existence? To excel in...
It takes a while for something to grow, but once it does it begins to blossom, nothing will get in the way of stopping it. Love is like...
You were my oversight and it wasnt intentional not on purpose. It was God's way or maybe the fact I had restrictions. Now I wonder of all...
Zig zagging in the sky much more precious than a fly. Landing softly, fluttering their powdered wings like they are dancing to a song...