Charlotte CEscapismI long to run away To where the sun glitters golden On sparkling faces of joy To where the breeze brushes A comforting hand on my shoulder…Feb 1Feb 1
Charlotte CHerHe was dressed in his best black tuxedo, His dark curls were brushed and fashioned, His face was clean-shaven, With a hint of cologne, Just…Feb 1Feb 1
Charlotte CSolitudeRain pattered against my shut window. Outside, the streetlights glowed and dimmed. The pavement is silent, without protest, Letting the…Jan 31Jan 31