This is a little look into the forces that move the heart.
Just a poem I wrote today about a sad love story.
Just a poem of expression.
Children need to let their imaginations run free so that when they grow up they can have the ability to do something great.
When you can truly appreciate help and support from others you can begin to appreciate the good things about yourself.
Is being yourself really accepted by the people around you?
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" is an old saying. Is it just something people say or does it really ring true?