The flame licks at the house-my body- that holds my broken and mishandled heart for I'm done with all the wrong guys knocking on my door, I'm screaming through the flames.
I'm so tired of trusting others with my heart and having them breaking it...
I'm burning it to the ground and I'm going to let its ashes mix with the earth's soil.
I wanted the blood in my body to rush into my heart and beat to the melodies.
For the right guy to knock on my door and to let my soul dance freely on the edge of the universe.
I know his soul dances on the ocean that sweetly kisses the horizon the colors burst so vividly in my dreams. When I wake up I see him soaring and looking for me but as the sun falls and the moon spins into the starry night he is trapped inside the sunny rays of light.
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
The Stories Inside Her
ПоезіяDear readers, As you read this book, you will face some very hard topics. So reader discretion is advised. I wrote this book out of darkness and light. Though do heed my warning the balance is uneven. I'd advise you read each chapter with short brak...
