when i was littlesummer was a time to playto be free from the confinesof daily lifea time to be a kidstaying out until night fellanswering the streetl..
innocence is something you are born withit is something you get to keepuntil you release it into the airto fly awayit is different, howeverwhen it is ..
five-sixteen-thirteenheading on two for sleepless nightsstark white walls and psychotic tasered starespurple rose adorns her hairasked to smile/did th..
a stranger beckonsyou deny her callshe draws you forth with loving eyes;a commonality--a shared painsomething we have overcome.remembrance is a powerf..
you feel the flutter ofhis heartbeatlike baby butterfly wingsfluttering underneath your lipshis skin so softso warmlike the sun on a hotsummer's dayha..
trust is acherished thingfragile like ababy birda gift to beprotectedwhen wielded likea swordit slicesit terrifiesthere is nowhereto turnwhen your tru..