Who is she?
From where did you hear of these things?
Her eyes reflect the dance floor In them, the lights of a million stars. If I look closely I swear, I can see the world myself, and a thousand other souls. We are trapped in the cages of her mind And in the curves of her body the sway of her hips. The touch of […]
There was only one hour till the end of the world. She had her black and blue, flowered suitcase on the bed, half filled with clothes falling out of it. A red top that dipped low and was silky to the touch draped over the side along with her favorite pair of black shorts. […]
The fight against darkness is a race against time.