Winter

The winter chill steals my breath.

ghost

I stand on the edge. you are not here.

swallowing my goodbyes

you left me to cry, swallowing my goodbyes.

new dawn

a new dawn –new rulers –a new beginning –new season – a new hope –new measures –a new year on the rise Happy Monday everyone! It’s almost December! Eek! I’m so excited! Anyways, I’ve typed the word “new” so much that now the letters are looking jumbled and wrong. New? Nwe? I don’t know anymore.