It is a gift, I really wanted to give it. I want all that it means. I'm new, in an old way. I know the procedure. I know the elements. I know the desires. My gift is special. It is one of a kind. It is irreplaceable. Though it feels insignificant, Imperfe...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.In the mirror, light falls softly, Tracing channels down my face. Beauteous dreams will never come true; They are lost without a trace. What seeds were grown whe...