Friday nights were
Saturdays her
Sundays we
Mondays blur
Tuesdays flee
August heat
September love
October chill
November gone
December still
Time without wings
Hours crawl
Days drag
Weeks waste
Months drawl
Years yawn
You’re gone
let the conversation begin.
AN AWESOME SOURCE OF ROMANTIC POETRY
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
Welcome to my world.
"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."
Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time
Faithfully Authentic
John Hyatt
The Writing of Kerry E.B. Black
A Quest For Emotional Insight
The Boy Who Cries Wolf
Bringing extroadinary ideas to life
because the story must be told
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Strength in Mind, Body, and Spirit.
