A touch in the night. Reassured that I am there, She wafts back to sleep.
pensive and unmoored, I await fate's gentle breeze with complacent trust. unmoored
My demon descends, Disappearing in time's mist, As memory fades. descend
Grey day blanket fort. Exploring our cozy maze. Finding light with you. maze
I am alone, and I am free. I pursue no one, and no one pursues me. persue
First I was bitter. Bitterness turned to sadness when I saw inside. bitter
be kind to others be kind to lifestyles not yours be kind to your self lifestyle