Author's e-books - Love. Page - 13
About my heart, lost with no one to love.
~Angel~
I have no friends and everything is futile. after my parents died nine years ago I've lived with my aunt Lucy . I miss my Parents I feel a tear leak down my chin. It's so hot. It feels good against this cold night...
The sun can be a bright and beautiful sighting. It can alter one's mood to cause a feeling of bliss or euphoria. But the sun is deceiving, and behind it's beauty is a landscape of hot gases and fire ready to explode and burn everything in it's path. But that's just an opinion, for you see, it's all on how you look at it...
We live twice when we find the one is a poetry series that tells short stories in few lines, different experiences put together to be shared with all readers who can equally relate.
You can't blame her for wanting to give up.
I'm sorry if it's sucky... I was in a rush
Poetry describing the trip through the phases of love.
Joy wasn't a mean panda. Well, let's not say panda you know the confusion of red and giant panda. She is a red pandaShe was the one who helped all panda's until he came.
This is my very first time i have posted my self written book,i hope you enjoy it.
please comment.
thank you.
On the other side of the sea
"But. I don't know babe." Her voice cracked under the pressure of becoming one of us. I could hear her thoughts in her head. "Why not honey. All it takes is One Bite..."
About my heart, lost with no one to love.
~Angel~
I have no friends and everything is futile. after my parents died nine years ago I've lived with my aunt Lucy . I miss my Parents I feel a tear leak down my chin. It's so hot. It feels good against this cold night...
The sun can be a bright and beautiful sighting. It can alter one's mood to cause a feeling of bliss or euphoria. But the sun is deceiving, and behind it's beauty is a landscape of hot gases and fire ready to explode and burn everything in it's path. But that's just an opinion, for you see, it's all on how you look at it...
We live twice when we find the one is a poetry series that tells short stories in few lines, different experiences put together to be shared with all readers who can equally relate.
You can't blame her for wanting to give up.
I'm sorry if it's sucky... I was in a rush
Poetry describing the trip through the phases of love.
Joy wasn't a mean panda. Well, let's not say panda you know the confusion of red and giant panda. She is a red pandaShe was the one who helped all panda's until he came.
This is my very first time i have posted my self written book,i hope you enjoy it.
please comment.
thank you.
On the other side of the sea
"But. I don't know babe." Her voice cracked under the pressure of becoming one of us. I could hear her thoughts in her head. "Why not honey. All it takes is One Bite..."