Apr 7, 2015
Slowly days become nights and nights become day and perhaps it was destined, perhaps it was faith... as I lay here on this bed of rose awaiting for a dark flower to come along and melt her soft warm petals to the core of my bones, smooth tender lips with cheek bones carved to perfection she was an angel trapped on this very earth. a crystal glazed heart and a soul purer than light itself she was the one I had waited for the one I would hold tightly against my chest the one I would call mine.
