Foolish dreams all on a whim wasted a good night's sleep and heart crumpled like an old newspaper wrinkled in time hardened but withstanding amazing that a flame could still burn when your gust of wind came tearing through the boundary I held sacred
09/09/1999
Posted on 02/05/2003Copyright © 2025 Amber B
Achingly beautiful. I really enjoyed reading this. And re-reading it.
Very nice Amber. I to read it, then re-read it again.
