Monthly Archives: May 2014
when loving you is not allowed? Does it become hard and sharp like thorns on a rose? Or does it melt into water, under a fire, turn into air, and disappear? Does it become like winter? Delicate but biting and cruel. Or wispy like a ghost that kisses you on the lips, then slips through […]
The tree does not just drop her leaves; she scatters her memories around me through mood poems on tiny scrolls. I find rest in her words and fall asleep then wake to see bits of me poking between sad verses.