Teen Ink

     As far as the gypsy’s eye can see As low as the clouds that touch the trees The blades of grass, the dying leaves Love consumes endlessly Fluttering of the...

The beating of my broken heart, now chained and locked away, I hear much louder, through the night, than words we never say. As hollow kisses turn to dust and fall against my skin, I pray that I...

Close your eyes and picture this A Thanksgiving dinner filled with bliss, Relatives hugging and laughing with cheer Sounds like cards slapping, and kids playing near Aromatic scents of cake...