Now that I have a lot more followers for Coffee House Writers through Medium, I think it’s time all…
Printed words last beyondEmotions spoken in time,Writers live twice as weWalk at dusk and meetOur unspeakable memories.
To Whom This May Concern:
You look at a stranger walking down the street and that’s all you witness.You don’t suddenly recall the individual’s blood…
To whoever,
It’s time I address you. We’ve gone too long without speaking and it’s driving…
Whatever you do
To the aunt I once knew….
I spent, nearly, half of my life thinking and believing that you loved me. Only to find out you didn’t. You were just pretending.
He was complicated
full of bad omens
Hey there,
If you’re taking the time to read this, first of all, thank you very much for giving me the…