My soul, is a dim one, So dull that I am slow To even believe it. Perhaps if it was As visible as yours I would not argue. Until then your bright And powerful...
I have never debated Like I debate with you Maybe it is your civility, Something truly unknown In the hearts of many That can make our opinions Kiss instead of...
Trails of cold fingertips, And love-bites. These are your marks On me, that remain here. A reminder of how You'll forever live- On in my frozen veins.Stefanie ...
Perhaps if you saw More than the outside, You would know that It is more than her own Mistakes she has made These scars are marked On her daughter, tooStefanie...
To walk through closed And hidden doors, Will be my very last Memory, and mistake. I saw the beast in His truest form and he Swallowed my heart and Scratched ...