She wants a warrior lover….with wild eyes, strong hands and a poet’s heart. N. R. […]
And, most days she survives on coffee, poetry and love…romancing herself back to life. N. […]
He said to her don’t fall in love with me…she thought to herself silly boy […]
She was waiting for him…the next knock on her door to be him. The next […]
She loves deeply regardless of the love she gets back in return, and it’s both […]
And, if you cannot find your way out of the darkness I will sit there […]
My soul aches for his… I only know one thing I am not done loving […]