A lock without a key, a puzzle without a piece. What do these mean? Nothing. Its just a thought that clings. Like the thoughts of that fling. Is hope all we are given in a world that keeps taking? Where is that key? Where is that peace? Is it just a dr...

She has a Garden that needs tending to. Weeds grow where her love once bloomed. The Beauty drained from her, color that was once like no other became another victim. Tonight she cheers away her blues letting the Devil’s pesticides rot her insides slowl...