My Lover holds me with his gifts He thinks it must be so Yet it is not true. He comes home bringing gifts With a smile so brilliant it puts the Sun and Moon to shame. And I am beholden by silence W...

She walks into life Cold, heavy, and slow A student among the hidden And the profound. She walks into life Weak, unwilling, and full of sorrow A jack to the arts of disguises And a master of indole...

Lesson 230. Sometimes I would know something to be true But dare not put into words. Until someone with eyes of aged brandy Speaking with a voice world weary From loss of novelty. Finds you as th...