On the narrow way
Out of the Darkness, I was made into His Likeness. I aint talking maize, I mean the maze. So haze, I feared I would faint. Now I'm in his light, T'was Only by the Grace
Out of the Darkness, I was made into His Likeness. I aint talking maize, I mean the maze. So haze, I feared I would faint. Now I'm in his light, T'was Only by the Grace
Aria has always laid low in school with her tight-knit group of friends. When she meets Nash at a party, he's rude, he's blunt, and he's got more baggage than he can carry. Aria immediately dislikes him. But the line between hate and love is very thin, and a continuous game of Never Have I Ever may change everything.
This book and poem are written about domestic violence and is still a work in progress
Oh! This pitiful heart lunges like a dam burst When the desperate eyes catch glimpse of that dame Saccharine desires of unresisting lust That only place the guilty conscience in shame Oh! The mind that yens and pins of her mesmerizing speech When the yearning seems to devour the hope in a feast The lovelorn and ill s...