Hotel Sheets

The lights were dim,Our friends asleep.We were under the covers,Buried down deep.I can still smell the bleach,In the hotel sheets.And I can still remember the pounding,Of both of our heartbeats.Our feet met for a moment,A undeniable spark.So we moved them back together,And that was only the start.Together we slid our hands,Until they touched.My hand was … Continue reading Hotel Sheets

Damaged

I am always smiling, because I'm good at hiding my secrets. I am always smiling. Always looking happy. I make people laugh. I am wanted to be around. I have so many friends and people that love me. I am seen as a pretty girl with a great sense of humor. Although, I am damaged. … Continue reading Damaged