When I wrote you a ballad and serenaded you beneath your window, you complained it was late and would rather be dreaming on your pillow. When I took you out on a date for a stroll beneath the stars, you... Continue Reading →
She said my words hold her too tight on cold nights, preventing her little toes from freezing, and taking away a reason for her to run away into the apathetic blizzard. She sleeps with her boots on, isolating herself on... Continue Reading →
