Dear Young Us, I know love to be both a villain and a hero. It cuts deep into your being
They will say we sound like the distant rumble of two trains passing in the wake of night—like the scent
These walls tremble with silence. They know nothing of this fear. …that fear you get deep in your gut, in
For a moment, I thought it best to shatter that green glass slipper—instead, I tucked it away, beneath my lonely
When the world falls back to black, and its pieces lie desolate, abandoned by love, waiting to be reassembled—I need
I was simply a young woman of many expectations, misguided fantasies, and visions of animated fairy tales fighting a war
One. Two steps. Now take two back. I catch a glimpse of you —mid pondering the formulas
He’s waited on me hand and foot what more could I ask of Him? but that look. The look in
At one point I held you high above my mental capabilities–I am sorry. And I am aware now, for the
Love Loc’d by Frank May © Everyday I am deeper in love with you –heart stops– another piece of her