And it was a love like Pink Moscato in a cracked wine glass.So sweet and bubbly,So busy rising that I didn’t feel the cutsOr didn’t care,Not sure what’s worse.And anyway, what about the good times??The hysterical haze of possibility,When you took me in your arms and I felt secureBut enlivened by a closeness to danger.HarnessedContinue reading “Good Times, Baby!”
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The Wolf
I think the saddest part is that I can’t live the illusion anymore. Liked to pretend he was a Wolf playing dangerously with your heart.Didn’t care because that’s part of beingyoung,passionate,mysterious. Right? The Wolf tore through your shield,Your breastplate of steel.Didn’t take very long for the Wolf to behold your flesh and bone. Allowed him toContinue reading “The Wolf”
Hidden Jules 