it hurts deep downa little to the leftdull and achingit pulls at each breathit clings to hope small pockets of reliefbut returns even worse after retr..
she new it was too perfecthis smile on her lips his laugh against her neckhis hand around her hipsshe knew it wouldn't last that longgood things never..
he has the biggest heart i've seen,i tried to fit inside, and curl myself against his warmth,i would never need to hide.his eyes are big and twinkling..
she paces the room yet one more time,maybe the invitation just said the wrong time? too many streamers... do people like blue? should she buy more bal..
bubbles are active emptiness held tightly by their wallthey spin in panicked restlessness they are small and vulnerableshe ran her hand through the so..
under a park benchdogeared and tornI found a small journalforgotten and torneach page was a memorynot mine to knoweach word was a secret that had nowh..