Caitlin Skye

Caitlin Skye Aug 2013

She picks it up and cradles it;
Not a second thought.
The perfect harmony of the feeling of nothing
Tightly embraces her.
Makes her feel at peace.
She enjoys the simplicity of the unseasonably warm winter breeze.
It whispers:
"I can; I am; I will."

Caitlin Skye Aug 2013

Watermelon seeds.

White diamonds eat away at the blissful seas of heaven;
Black spots scattered across the pink flesh of the sea.
She enjoys the perfect silhouette of her face, gnawing at the water,
Gone in a matter of seconds; how could this be?

I just love watermelon ok. x

Caitlin Skye Aug 2013

Winter.

I often wonder how we came to be; how the melancholy
Of a harsh winter's morning can ruin one's day.
The gentle breeze that plays with damp hair and
How the months fly by until the the day after May.

xo

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