I Think of You. A poem

I think of you when my lilac summer dress curls in the wind, when crimson satin falls on fresh clean skin,

Dream Killers: The Hustler, The Free Spirit & The Dream Catcher

Foes disguised as friends, sucking the life out of your dreams.

Collecting myself my stuff scattered across the years Pictures...

Posted By Lady Lizaellen on April 1, 2012 in Poetry | 0 comments

The sound of a crack leading to a long awaited shatter slicing through my...

It has been 10 years since I laid naked on the grey carpet of my college bedroom....