My forever’s end quickly

Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered...

Words are dead, until action brings them life.

The truth is that I know nothing, so don’t ask me if I am breathing still. though day is nice, night kills. I have this a very small chip in my brain programmed in to...

I was overpowered by the mere sensation of that dream and it alone survived in my sorely wounded heart.

Live alone if staying together seems lifeless