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.
LISTEN TO DARKNESS
NOW WAITING FOR THE HEART TO REGROW
STRONGER THAN EVER
READY FOR LOVE’S NEXT NEW FIGHT
Writing not what she knows, but what she feels.
“When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people, not characters. A character is a caricature.”
“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