Water Under The Bridge
Liz, Back From Down Finally herself torching flames extinguished, finished this flaming hate for all tomorrows soul shoveling hole, filled! Overflowing, oozing into yesterdays fears Elizabeth awoke, feeling Springs seasonal breath, breezing through her opened bedroom window, once more softly kissing, heartbreak staved cheekbones mascara free eyelashes, naked two years, now sticky, stuck together, welcome sleet had formed, reaching dark bagged corners. Fresh smiling new thoughts ‘’That’s Life’s’... Sign in to see full entry.