Fear

With tear stained cheeks, I've faced these weeks.  The scariest of my life.  The "I'm okay" lies. And happy disguise.  Hide my worry and my strife.  Words cannot describe this fear that I feel.  Walking through a fog, this feels so unreal.  I'm not strong enough to hear that word.  I'm not brave enough.  Forget …

Dreams Do Come True

Good afternoon everyone, As much as we struggle in this world, good things do happen. Each day I struggle to be the best mom, best girlfriend, best sister, daughter, etc. I also have college (I can see the light though!!).... Each day I feel like I can never be enough and that I will never …

Good things are coming! 

Finally... Finally I am getting my work published! Oh happy day!! I hope that I will have the support of friends, family, and fellow bloggers. This is an incredible thing for me and I cannot wait to share it with the world!! Stay tuned for more. 

Perfection

Like the missing piece to the puzzle His love fits like no other. Body and soul, we melt. Blend and mold, like nothing I've ever felt. His hands were made to intertwine with mine. His arms are like shelter in my loneliest times. His lips make me weak. His touch makes it hard to speak. …

Coming Home

When hope is lost and stars collide. When the truth is written across the sky. When all your dreams go up in smoke. Holding back tears, you begin to choke. When flags are waving their painful, red warning. When you pray to just see one more morning. Lies and deception are all that you've known. …

A scent-sational Poem

Was it the mango temptation that caught his attention? Or was it her pure seduction that drew him in?      The sweet escape of her love spell captivated him.  He was love struck.     They indulged in strawberries and champagne during their brief, Amber romance. For him, he found, it was an endless love. K.R. JUNE 2015

Hidden Pain

The things we keep inside. The pain we always hide. The raw wounds of yesterday's pain. The burning not extinguished by the rain. Of our tears. All the years. Intensify the longing of a lonely broken heart. Each look from a stranger that was once something more. Every memory of that smile as they walked …