Monthly Archives: November 2015

you crush my spirit.  you do.  in more ways than i ever knew a spirit could. 

If willows wisps could ever stay beneath their haloed tree, and all that they  would ever say is all that they could be,, in winds of still and sour change  and scars that never mend, id grab sweet to your … Continue reading →

if all the glory had to end between  a years goodbye and all that love  would come down to an ancient, silenced cry, betwixt once was and never has and boy!  was she a dream sit i still in that … Continue reading →