Waterloo I am 22 years old, studying English, Environmental Studies, and Forestry at the University of Toronto. I want to inspire people with my words, and help others see issues through new perspectives. 7 followers / 886 words
starlight bathes the valley between us a web of memories like splintered glass spiral and soften into innocent silk releasing deep anchors until skin disappears like a shadow under the moon
wisps of wonder from me to you bodies melting like candle wax under the stars curiosity pierces the heavy night shot from cupid's bow yet arrows dissolve in the liquid air unanswered
It will be a cold day, rough skin, pale lips. You will hear Her cry, stubbed fingers, sore hips. It will always replay, torn shirt, broken skin. And She will lie, dark eyes, lowered chin.