Sometimes...

Soaked pillows have caused glassy eyes
Whilst your side of the bed lies empty; again...

I grew up beliving in Prince Charming, that love...
Pinning hopes on fairytales, that I'd be...

She was burned, burned yet again;
her heart dripping with charcoal bits...

Mama,
It was stated recently...

Swirling prettiness
an angel without her wings...

Showered in snowflakes
tranquility at finest...

I never had you for a coward...
Yet...

I adore
your mustache...

Close your tired eyes,
maybe it's time to take your final bow...

Like my bondage site
So pray, can't you leave me be...

*Written for Abed's Hunger Games Contest Round...
Sitting with Momma, the same place we always sit...