You are still my favorite chapter
That I keep on re-reading
Night after night
Till my eyes are red with tears
and my heart hurts
From the memories of your lost touch
YOU ARE READING
The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
