We're thirteen, sprawled on Lizzie's unmade bed, shoulders touching.
This felt familiar in many ways. Left me with a warm, yet hollow sensation in my chest and goosebumps on my skin.
We both love ghosts, don't we? ❤️
...maybe we all do
one of several things we seem to have in common :)
Another powerful and well written piece 👏👏
Awww- Thank you, Darcy 🙏🏼❤️
" in my blackened heart..." Great sad piece. Thank you..
Thank you, Abigail. Thank you for reading and caring enough to say so 🙏🏼❤️
This felt familiar in many ways. Left me with a warm, yet hollow sensation in my chest and goosebumps on my skin.
We both love ghosts, don't we? ❤️
...maybe we all do
one of several things we seem to have in common :)
Another powerful and well written piece 👏👏
Awww- Thank you, Darcy 🙏🏼❤️
" in my blackened heart..." Great sad piece. Thank you..
Thank you, Abigail. Thank you for reading and caring enough to say so 🙏🏼❤️