DAMP COLD GRASS SURROUNDED US, HIDDEN FROM THEM ALL A NIGHT ILLUMINATED BRIGHT WITH STARS
CHILL FROM THE AIR SETTLES IN MERGING CLOSER TO ABSORB EACH OTHER’S HEAT IT FELT SO RIGHT COMFORTABLE AND EASY MY HAND ON YOUR CHEST, YOUR HEART BEATING FAST THIS MOMENT CHANGED OUR LIVES THIS MOMENT EMBEDDED IN TIME THIS IS THE MOMENT THAT SHOULD NEVER END I wrote this for you because you were my everything. I wrote this for you because you had my heart. I wrote this for you because you were my destroyer. I wrote this for you because you broke my heart. LIFE FLASHES LOVE EXPLODES LISTEN TO DARKNESS NOW WAITING FOR THE HEART TO REGROW STRONGER THAN EVER SHINING LIGHT SILENCE BREAKING READY FOR LOVE’S NEXT NEW FIGHT |
AuthorWriting not what she knows, but what she feels. CategoriesArchives
April 2020
“When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people, not characters. A character is a caricature.”
—Ernest Hemingway “Write while the heat is in you. … The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with.” —Henry David Thoreau |