the loving you laters, if at all …
I’m queen of attention to details,
defending intentions if he fails
“soaring on the wings of selfish pride i flew too high and like Icharus i collide… to turn away and not become another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves more deeply than the oceans, more abundant than the tears of a world—embracing every heartache..”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map