“What Happens When I Stop?” Why? If something is broken — I fix it. If someone is aching — I ache with them. Never the one to be fixed.
By WiseWhale_2110 days ago in Writers
To desire another’s love is quite an art. However, such an art can be very hideous; when that desired lover turns out to be the toxic poison your system yearns for
By WiseWhale_2114 days ago in Poets
Oh, when I’m in your arms and the world grows quiet, I find peace. When your eyes lock into mine and we just stare — oh, that’s where I find peace.
By WiseWhale_2115 days ago in Poets
