Something flutters inside me
small movements; hardly there...
During my return I reminisced
about planting Jasmines or roses...
If my minds eye could create the
past within an April whisper...
It helps to listen
as much as it helps to talk...
Tipsy by evenfall
I sprouted on your lavender...
You had your own life and I had mine
But I begged you to never leave me behind...
Alphabet Form, whatever it is, a club challenge...
Thanks Bob...
The night is skintight and my tongue is dry
because of missing words and closed lips...
I take it dark; just like
those lies you keep...
Love-
why do I even try...
A picture of the outside is
all you get to see in your...
Ms Black Widow aka Aracne...