She waited for him in the dark night, she loved him. Once again did love prove blind. A rustling through the stand of nearby trees announced his coming. As always he was pale and beautiful, often she wished she could match his beauty, but satisfied herself with holding him. She brushed his hair from his… Continue reading leaving
Author: faded_shimmer
rantings
Welcome to my stormy skies behind the clouds are only lies. Take a long look in my eyes, can you see what I disguise?
photo album
I flip through the pages of photographs, Images that are from the past. In many I know everyone is unhappy, And cover their emotions with a mask.
leaving
She waited for him in the dark night, she loved him. Once again did love prove blind. A rustling through the stand of nearby trees announced his coming. As always he was pale and beautiful, often she wished she could match his beauty, but satisfied herself with holding him.
photo album
I flip through the pages of photographs, Images that are from the past. In many I know everyone is unhappy, And cover their emotions with a mask.
untitled rantings
Welcome to my stormy skies behind the clouds are only lies. Take a long look in my eyes, can you see what I disguise?
Black
BLACK Black, The color of the night sky, Broken by white stars.
Eyes
The eyes are said to be the windows to the soul. Deep expressions come from there the innermost fountain of being. Stating thus, leads to the story, about a certain set of eyes.
The Bloom
A seed is planted, It sprouts and grows, Buds then blooms. The blooms live for a short while,