LoveRooWrite
To a woman long ago dead, you inspired this story and everyone reading
it, this is the first of many, Yet To Come.
The story of a young woman from the day of her birth to her last breath, written by the only other person she could ever be convinced to confide in.
Sneak flash:
A camera on me, although they say, who would you believe, my favorite cheese, shout in silence, crave it, a light touch, I reckon  you're, new meeting, long withdrawals, out of nowhere, sun kissed walls, with wrinkled lips, they break, those broken, mixed and missed, wasted breath, let me see, once again, live as grass, a project, complete without, winds at last, hold the rope, nails on chalkboards, never again, hope.