Stories by Betty Pierre
Restless thoughts of mine.
I ask of them to set me free, and to let me be.
I cannot think freely when they are cluttering my mind, my sp...
My thoughts of you.
My thoughts of you.
Dreaming of You.
Sparks fly, fell from the sky,
Ebulliently between our faces.
Telepathically, our minds were connected.
Hop...