Angel YalackiWreckedTonight a song came on, one you use to softly sing on our late night drives, and as i hummed along i felt a broken feeling. Hearing the…Oct 23, 2017Oct 23, 2017
Angel YalackiNo longer am I the girl labeled.A rose. An illustration for your mind. I am rooted into the ground, embedded with thorns. Thorns: A form of protection. The thorn is to…Oct 21, 2017Oct 21, 2017
Angel YalackiTo youWords hurt. Regardless of being tough, or strong, or maybe I am just being “dramatic”. They build up. They hurt. Oh but that isn’t for me…Oct 21, 2017Oct 21, 2017