The gift of control

My body belongs to you

I dreamt about you

I dreamt about you
I was in a pretty sundress
My hair and makeup perfect and cute
A picture of innocence
An angel waiting for the fall

Night time thoughts

Another night has come
And once again, I can’t sleep
So my thoughts drift to you

Fictional Life

I was built for wars

Sometimes I wonder if I’m worth anything. 
I don’t want to be strong sometimes…