Sometimes..
Sometimes, here in the dark, I struggle to find myself Here in the dark, I find a shell A shell of a girl, a shell of a life.
I like, no, I love to write. Anything artistic is in my life.
Sometimes, here in the dark, I struggle to find myself Here in the dark, I find a shell A shell of a girl, a shell of a life.
She watches silently. You embrace her cautiously, reclining your head back slightly as she indulges within your senses. As your eyes flutter, you see him.
The snow fell down ever so lightly, the chill winter, of cold, it might be. The white flakes drifted sleepily among the wind, sighing contently.
He is lean, not bulky, noticeably muscular. His hair is curly and fine. His eyes are ice blue, pulsating with joy as he smiled. I look over my shoulder, through my safe wall of hair.
Looking into the sky, I unwind. The hues of purple, blue, black, and occasionally yellow silence my hazel eyes.