…the anger has cooled, the hatred is gone, leaving in its wake a small pool of pity.
Category: Darkness
between my ears
It’s all gone to hell.
Believe
There’s always a catch. Sometimes, it’s the fall.
meanwhile
I bet you thought it would be different, being human.
SHE
…sharp teeth of an angel.
just words
Poetry is only a moment.
Another Eve
Love with a whole heart, or not at all — not even a little.
