I took your bad habits and turned it into mine. And you took my good traits and turned it into yours. Tell me what this exchange has gotten us into?…
Category: Chapter 8: In the end
Push me To the ground. Heave and spite. Pull me closer to the ground. The ground. I need to feel the ground. The mountain has no peaks. Without the ground.…
Thread along the roads That never fail to hold. Some point in time. History came to find Me, in forms I feared In heartaches and pain. What is there to…
Maybe the lines Dropped slowly. And words leave Forming gaps only. There were Raw cuts. And rough edges Spikes and a fire. Burnt out
When words haunt me Of the past, that threatened To come back. I whispered a silent prayer: What’s past is past, Come what may, the future. ~S.H.~
Dear sky, Did you see me, In the lights of their eyes. Worthy, To be held that high? For I have open hands, With a wounded soul. A heart that’s…