there's a place in her soul so deep, and so raw,
that a mere breath could shock the nerve
acknowledging it's there raises the bile
and tears fall where they cannot be heard
she bottled this place in dim tempered glass
encasing the storm none dared view
it was safer that way, she smiled to herself...
but still worried that that was not true.
cascading sunbeams in a gloomy sky
he wore the storm on his face
though he had sealed his whole self inside,
she knew she recognized that place
and while she was reaching to pull him out
he slipped inside her sealed chamber
she cringed as he sailed through her ugly truths
but he held her and kissed through the danger
does he wonder how she could love such a man?
that she is, loves, and learns
Welcome to the fruits of my mind, rich with flavor and heavy with thought...bold and fresh, and sometimes bruised... Like life, they can be gentle or intense, tough or tender, full of pain or full of grace.
This is life through the eyes of a modern-day Eve-- An Eve who has seen and felt the ages, learned to live and dream in a world where we've already tasted the fruit...
It's not always roses, but that's life...
for bitter or sweet.
I remember when life was simple and pure, when we had but ask and it be given. It is now a different day, a different time, a different place...
...A mile in my shoes...