Underneath this fiery lapse of eyes lidded of sunset’s doubtsI build this Keep to house all beauty left to meSoftest blue meets the kindest touch of lips tipped in loving breathThe mercy beguiling all hope left rotting on the vines withered of a calloused serenityKeep the love insideKeep the beauty…
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Why is it thatI am taking this out on myself? I didn’t askOr want to know what happened. It wasn’t my fault. I know that, but he keeps saying that it was. Why do I hurtSo much Over things out of my control? Almost like, I blame myself. I wanted…
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What if you had to ask yourself if something was real, during every moment of every day? Well, that is just my reality now. Or is it my dream?