Coffee House Writers

I think some people have a very strange sense of a teacher’s job. Maybe not strange, but definitely a little warped. The reactions I’ve had…

Darkness and light join together at dusk

Painted smile you give.

As I look into the mirror, I see a beautiful face

The crown is my prison, Holding all the things the True me desired locked Forever in the Tower of London

You wanted my heart, It is damaged,  Black and blue with  Stitches that never dissolve