Love is but an empty cuppatiently waiting to be filledIt never stirs should it be caught position wrongly favoured…
who am I to you for being jealousof your bedthat you hide inonly to cry?
Rue Powers wrapped the red hair around the knife and hid the knife under her pillow…
A tear, a sigh, a palpitation in the chest;
When she speaks,he let’s time unwindlet’s it ruffle his hair,like a rogue windunconcerned with it’s…