As Can Be

I caught you staring at me,as if I were a thing of beautyas if these scars didn't maulthe silk of my skinas if you weren't afraidto freeze in the blizzardof my gaze,as if there wasn't bloodsmeared from my chin to my cheekas if my lungs weren't soakedwith the tarof my angstI saw yousee me as... Continue Reading →

Breather

Breather my sprints hushed with your lush tender nature silencing more than enough, my scoring nature the ticking fades, the sky is indeed blue the wind coos with you why haven't I felt this so soon? - B. Brown

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