I wrote a second poem for the Death prompt from a couple days ago and promised a little message that I hope you are all as excited about as I am.
This is the prologue for a verse novel I planned to write called Esper.
I have a need to start again. If only that were possible.
Pink Lemonade: http://bit.ly/PLBookpre
Hey diddle diddle, the cat hates his fiddle, the cow won't jump over the moon. The little dog cried, to see such despair, and the dish just tripped over the spoon.
Perversions part 1.
It was like loving lightening As it shattered the sky It was like loving the sea As it fueled the storm's eye
I wrote a second poem for the Death prompt from a couple days ago and promised a little message that I hope you are all as excited about as I am.
This is the prologue for a verse novel I planned to write called Esper.
I have a need to start again. If only that were possible.
Pink Lemonade: http://bit.ly/PLBookpre
Hey diddle diddle, the cat hates his fiddle, the cow won't jump over the moon. The little dog cried, to see such despair, and the dish just tripped over the spoon.
Perversions part 1.
It was like loving lightening As it shattered the sky It was like loving the sea As it fueled the storm's eye