We can look to history and say//we'll never repeat the mistakes of those days//But we commit our sins in similar ways...
Or has my spirit shifted to a place in-between?//Where half-lives leave fractal memories.
Mistletoe hangs from rafters, dangling 'twixt two souls.
Let's get lost, you and I, In Neptune's brilliant blue Whipping through the quivering sky Skitter, scatter, splash on through
Vulnerability is an art.
Is your path to perfection// Lined with gilded mirrors?// Do you only cry// Glittering, glorious tears?
Temperaments are a fickle thing. Over time, they inevitably change. I used to be a wild child, Overly-emotional and easily riled. As I've aged, I've come to see My emotions are the best part of me. I've allowed myself to continue to feel While others closed off when it got too real. I used all… Continue reading The Scars on Your Heart
The infinitely curious Fandango has prompted us to write about our first love. I have been happily married for over a decade now, so these memories are practically from another lifetime. My first love was the brother of one of my best friends. She and I were very close, and, when she moved to the… Continue reading First Love