Falling Stars, coming down with a cherry burst
Pixie Dust, streaking through fire...
I remember playing in the garden
and picking petals off a rose...
I am but a servant in the royal court of my...
Society says, our love can never be...
'It might be our last day', they mockingly say,
not believing the words they were just so quick to...
Jagged edges
Tipped with blood...
When the atomic sun rises
In her eternal bed she'll lay...
I don't trust the night because she stares at me
with her cold, bitter eyes...
I lay here in the cold wet grass and stare...
at the Moon. I become entranced as the crickets...
Waiting in the shadow,
a place unknown...
Briney spray stinging her face
Jagged rocks slowing her pace...
If I were to feel the sting of every mans lips...
I would scarcely be able to breathe...
So glad you chose to share such intimate details...
Don't worry about what they say or about being a...