Tag Archives: Women

Sunday Afternoon

..and as he walked home in the rain, slightly tipsy from the afternoons elixirs. He held his new books tightly and realized that the term perfect was completely relative.

Terraform My Heart

Similar to a new planet undiscovered, I wish to be like her
I want her to come and terraform my heart so we can be one in the same
And in my chest she can find herself a new home
For her planet has seen its day and she is in need of new life
So take me as your own and mold me in the image you so desperately seek
For history favours the bold and I… I am meek