Light rain falling on my bare shoulders It makes me think about the way you soothe her...
Tragic love served with a side order of melodrama. This one is rather dark.
How I love the beauty that is this season
"Can I help you?" He shrugged. "I don't know. Can you help me?"
I was the wreckage after their torrent storm.
Let's speak to the wounds we made, To the memories that are played and replayed.
Yesterday, I received a text: He wants a divorce, he told me today. This from one of my very dear friends.
The dark reality that no one talks about.
a poem prompt given to me by two friends
the words are "fruit, season, and rot"
The moment when you cannot speak the words You have to say.