Matthew Green was rather leanand asked to hold my hand.I told him yes as long as together we could stand.Matthew Green was not so mean:He loved me dea..
A quiet desperation leaked from her throat and clung to her lungs. It was the desperation that became her strength. It was the hunger that turned and ..
I miss the weather in the fall and the way your breath hung in the air, like a promise to always be there. But like every warm thing that meets the co..
I want this wall I'm leaning against to crack open so I can crawl into it. So I can slip between its crumbly, concrete ends. And I want to live there...
Her eyes were as misty as an autumn morning, and her hair was the color of the fallen leaves. And her smile--her smile was as bright as the springtime..