Updated: Jan 20, 2022
How can a rose be red
When my heart is blue
For you have left
And my petals have fallen
Leaving my stem
No reason to stand
It wilts
In bitter disgrace
Perhaps when we bloomed Our demise became inevitable For even my thorns
Could not shield me
From the scarring pain of loss
Though I should know
Nothing lasts forever
Our beauty no exception
For even the truest of love Can shrivel and die
The candlelight shone off the colored glass of the bottles that lined the shelves, flickering and illuminating the old, faded labels. Lightning of a summer storm. Winter wind. Time (1 yr). “Sir?” The
He’s waited for such a very long time. For as far back as he can remember, he’s known of his task—to protect his king even if it costs him his life. And his master was a kind one, always making sure t
I feel the cusp of unformed emotions bubbling up in my throat. They threaten to spill out at inopportune moments. A throwaway phrase, a hand gesture that is more forceful than it needs to be. Like the
