SCRIBBLES & ART

Love in the time of Covid

The staring had such a primal intent to it. You would've thought she was standing in the nude with how wide and awake he looked over at h...

And I had not washed you off me, not just yet. Maybe to hold on, just for one second more or a thousand. For the years spent were not was...

Mama ain't I unlucky like you. Singing deep forever blue. Come so quick but they don't stay Watched you hurt his way. Fallin', fallen, I ...