I used to be the black sheep of the family now I’m just a lone wolf
In her last breath that she breathed out, I breathed her breath into mine. I felt the last of her life force, with a knowing I had to complete her final chapters that were stolen prematurely from her life.
By Melanie K3 years ago in Longevity
I was a prisoner of my very own mind, a new kind of colour I wanted to find. I wanted to colour outside the lines, I wanted to go in with my eye sight blind.
By Melanie K3 years ago in Poets