Cold,
Those stoic eyes;
No warmth has flooded them.
Not gazing upon me
-A disgrace.
Bright,
Those laughing eyes;
Only warmth has flooded them
Gazing upon Her
Face.
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2018 Writing Scrapbook
Short StoryI have already filled my previous writing scrapbook consisting of poetry and short stories from past years. This is a collection of all of my short stories and poetry written over the course of 2018. Contents: 1. Lanterns in the Sky (Sci-Fi) 2. The...
