Lingering

I know what you would say “You’re perfect” or “Don’t change” I need those words; but to believe them is the hardest part and especially so now that you’re gone–and I still remain The lingering echoes of you in my mind, quite honestly, drives me insane. But on those quiet, cold nights, I like to […]

Melted

We’re wax bodies clung to each other like scented candles in the night. Dripping hot we’re sticky. And when the heat finally dies, we’ll harden like bodies frozen in time wax turned cold. Will we ever warm up again?