I wrote this when I was going through a rough time with accepting certain things are dead and gone.
I dream of a heart nestled in its cage, enjoying the protection around it. It’s been hurt and battered. It’s been cornered and neglected. I dream of a heart resting in its enclosure, singing lullabies to no one. It’s been humming a tune for so long that I hear it in my dreams. Is the … Continue reading I dream
You suffocate me and give me life. Where did you come from?
I’ve never seen a pair of eyes that hold such a blue galaxy But then again, I’ve never seen you before …until now.
I slice my wrists and allow my blood to paint the truths about who I am. *photo by Little-Sorceress