Martas poems:

She could not forget him. She never understood why. Perhaps it was because she had loved him from afar as from a bedroom window one loves and is hypnotized by the forbidden star that appears the farthest in one's sky, the one that shines the brightest; or maybe because like that star he was always there...night after night, strolling the corridors of her mind, dream after dream keeping her safe, quieting her screams, and she could always count on his sweet light. Whatever it was... though their... Sign in to see full entry.