I cried. I cried because every word they had said was a piece of me ripped off. I cried because I believed them and in all those flaws. I cried because their insults were needles in my skin. I cried because it hurt.
caught in sight and tangled in memory
The night was cold, The breeze was soft, But it’s venom of chill Was as lethal as ever A wisp shook the tree, An emerald leaf released, Floating in freedom, And a ray of light hit it, It glistened one last time, Before disappearing into the darkness. The light remained, From the light came warmth, [...]
Stories of the old, From kings and queens, Atop Thrones of gold, To princes so bold. Stories of the past, From sailors and ships, On Seas so vast, To traitors on the mast. Stories of long ago, From lions and deer, By Rivers of snow To a friend and a foe. Stories of the holy, [...]