She sneaks into my room at night;
from the darkness, she just appears.
I feel her warmth upon my skin;
I hear her breathing in my ear. 58 more words
3 weeks, 5 days
so easily bruised
that gossamer skin;
an eggshell of defenseless love where memories swim
in yellow light that once was blue.
so easy to choose, 50 more words
A reliable source told me that the secret was kept
in the saddle bag of a horse that galloped to where she slept
on a bed of white, curled safe against the cold; her dark hair gracing a pillow white as snow. 107 more words
1 month, 3 weeks