May
19
A river of tears freezes as they fall from my cheeks. You’re too occupied for me.
It was only yesterday that the sun shone bright for you. And now I hope this storm I brewed will reach you. To tell you how my heart is breaking with every second you’re gone.
You left me for what you desire even if you say what you desire is me. I just wish there was something I could do or say to bring you home, just short of dying. Because I think I am.
Carol Ann ConoverThis self-described different breed of woman only likes to spoon after a good fork, uses the good china for hot meals every day of the week, gets crafty with beer and ages like fine wine.
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Mia Marie SimonsMelissa, or Mia to her friends, is an ironically macabre contradiction. A girly tomboy, full of sunshine and rainbows... and dark and dreary things.She has been steeped in her love of English...
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