I guess I’ll never be comfortable until I can cry by myself. Unfortunately whenever I cry I have to be screaming for help. I have to hold it back too many times the tears fall behind open eyes. And when I finally let people see into my soul and mind, they leave me behind with …
“A Midnight Dream” by Shaniqua Sutton
“Good morning, sweetness. How you feel?” This would be the first sentence to rush across my lips on the long road that leads to your ears. The second that you open your eyes my heart begins to flutter. An internal shutter of astonishment every time I see the twinkle in your eyes, in those beautiful …
The Hawk Screech 