though scars covered every inch of her body, she stood up.
The winter chill steals my breath.
she was safe from the rain.
you stand behind a veil – so bright yet unreachable.
i am a willing captive.
the seasons will come and go. the question is whether to accept it peacefully or not accept it at all.
i’m cold. but, eventually, i start to see.
it may just bethe smile on your face,the warm glow of the hearth,the pitter-patter of the rain,or the mug in your hand. it may just be,your hands in mine,like interlocking puzzle pieces,your talons aimed to protect,your words aimed to love. it may just be,our explosive fightsand beautiful make-ups,the pink roses and chocolatesyou handed me onContinue reading “it may just be”