The winding vines tighten around the heart fluttering, bird-like and fit to burst. Heady hours flicker like Kodachrome through the projector in my head. Over and over the film slides, sticking on those little moments, shared smiles, discreet glances, the...
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I am chasing shadowsOf an unwanted past.It leaves me shattered And wandering,AloneIn the dark.I am afraid to fillThe deep void,BurningInside my aching soul.I have shielded My dented heartFor so long,And left itWithering away,In darkness.I am searching For...
Here in my lonely heart, Betwixt that narrow moment of light and shadow Wherein lies the truth that is me. Across the blue expanse, in that open space of nothingness Where angels fall and dance across the barrenness of my enduring soul; Rests the small em...