shall I write of loveof a deep and abiding eternal blisstimeless.or shall I dwell on heartache's broken romancesdances that should have never been,muc..
if I am to continue on this patham I a wretched creaturedestined or doomed,beholdento distant visions of lovelinessfamiliar and yetafar off, beyond th..
remember whenwith hushed tones and hurried breathwe couldn't wait,as buttons came undoneone by oneuntil,there was nothing leftexceptskin on skinrememb..
I listened intently to the back end of the songthe one sung by no one in particularand wondered how, exactly we got to where we are now,with no formal..
the analysis was bleaklove her then leavesittingon the edge of a very fine linebetween heartache and ridiculethrown around for kicks and gigglespresse..