Would you stop staring into the core of my being?I taught you, then let you turn the…
Broken promises scrape the pavementon the walk home from our night out.I didn’t mean to let them fall;they just slipped through…
I want to be trapped with you — in an old victorian housethat smells of birchwood and sagewith dark hallsleading to…
He had a wish. Just the one.
I’m tired of the nostalgia;
October twenty-third was a different day. I’m right at the end of it, the sun has set and the…
Misfortune is only one of the many treasures we may uncover.
I’m not the shy type with heart-shaped face, reaching out to touch your sleeve, pleading for a kiss — that is your mistake…