She held on for dear life. Looking at him, as he looked down on her; but not at her. Past her to the crashing waves of the blue sea below. His brown eyes appearing almost Honey, in the light fading from the sun setting beyond us. What should she do? How could this person, who said they loved me, do this to me? The idea of us long gone after I found out what I needed to know..

“Was it ever really...

“She Tucked A Stray Curl Behind Her Right Ear. Her Brown Curls Surrounding the top of Her Head as would a golden crown. Each strand giving life and making a statement of the young 25 year old, she was a queen without a kingdom.

Young Tierra was what you call a homebody and rarely spoke unless first spoken to. However, when provoked, she is known to leave storms in her wake. God Bless the man wh...