By Monica C. Voskamp So tired of love Always being a game So tired of love Never being enough. Just tired of love Not being what It said it was. My heart doesn’t want any more Of these fickle heartbreak games. So why is this What draws me in Is this [...]
Tears had been her wasteland. Time had been her enemy, Blurring by without notice.
By Monica C. Voskamp *Photo credit: Photo by calvin chou on Unsplash Always believe. Always hope. Always love. ❤
By Monica C. Voskamp Money passes through many hands, buildings and countries. It's our currency to get things we need and want, to make dreams tangible, to go places. Money is our world-wide currency. There is another heated currency that travels just as easily. It passes from person to person, home to home, and country [...]