Anting, breathless
Running away...
Eyes of misty grey -- look out upon the sky,
Crimson tears fall -- tattered wings refuse to...
Light descends to darkness
The luminousness of the moon...
The words, they fail to find me,
thou out in teh open i stand...
ROBERT FROST
Some say the world will end in fire...
Ancient times when witchcraft stories were told
Shimmers of invocation far and near , behold...
She puts ton of make-up on
wears cloths that show everything...
He felt like cherry blossoms
In the coming fall...
A tall slender faerie draped all in black and deep...
Across the way shedding tears was Nissa. Docile...
A simple sin not lust but more
that ripped across my sleeping from...
Hay there stranger
I wish you'd look my way...
Love me,
my razor blade...