If only I could weave these
tendrils of confusion...
On most days before I sleep,
I cautiously slip under the duvet and...
butterflies flutter away at the back of my mind,
it's chemistry with biology...
He placed his lips on mine
and my ever steady heart took flight...
It's all so childlike;
summer times back in school...
Your hands on my skin,
they've never been...
Nights like these remind me how lonely I am;
bunchful of friends around me...
Call me a good girl
So I may revel in my eager subservience...
my words are a tomb
I bury myself in...
The lanes all draw to the same end,
we know how paths work...
I would love to wake up and not question who I am.
To not have to roll over in bed, clutching my...
Memories of winters past flow through the windows...
Of angels crafted in the snow and kisses of the...