Alana Michele Writing

They don’t know what haunts your dreams Nor do they try to pacify your feverish wake They watch They wait A cold cruel laughter echoes a..

Holding time folding forward you can't retract broken promises broken frames time stranded....ending something you can't control flames f..

Silver moon rise pulsing through midnight tides drifting and churning contemplating mirrored secrets holding tight, we shall keep it So to come..

Fears ripples down the icicles in you head Truth echoes in the empty space your heart Clutching onto hope Doesn’t change what was Or wha..

Humidity rises Blacken clouds scratch across the sky Golden eyes stare Wide Something comes The inevitable We wish it back Pray it away Stil..

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