Frozen AshesI could feel myself die,A little more inside,With each passing glance.My insides decaying,My heart growing frigid rapidly,And my mind deteriorating,At each comprehension,That my soul then countered.And with the little viability,Left in my relics,I would discover myself,Asking "Why?"To only me.
Aletta's Passion Bright, glittering rays of sunlight streamed through the dirty common room window, kissing my hands and bare arms with its warm brilliance. There I sat, at a table in front of the window, quill appropriately equipped in my right hand. Birds outside twittered a harmonious melody, and it inspired me as I scribbled down all of my thoughts about him. But of course, I was positively shy; I would not give this foot of parchment to him. I would die of humiliation. I would be embarrassed when he told me that it wasnt going to work, that he was too wrapped up in another relationship. But, you see, I had to have an outlet. It was essential for