The Girl with the Butterfly Tattoo

Welcome To The Void


September 2017

First Kiss

via Tentative     Slowly, softly, you caress my cheek And tilt my chin up with one hand. My breath stops; you know I'm scared. Carefully, you hold my eyes as you lean down To place your lips gently on... Continue Reading →


Your Delicate Flower

You said last night that I am your delicate flower, I am your sweet little, dainty, feminine rose. I am a charming, enchanting, captivating lily, So beautiful and pretty and dulcet. You told me that you wished I wouldn't get... Continue Reading →

The First Kiss

The first kiss was so tender, so gentle, So hesitant and soft, exploring, probing, Careful. Fire formed within his mouth, His lips so full of passion and heat, As his kiss deepened, And my body melted into his.

The Eagle

Not savage eagle's prey nor hunter's meat, Another summer night you'll someday fly, A voice that cries and wings that fiercely beat, A soaring bird in a dark blue midnight sky,   Your life is small, but the endless sky... Continue Reading →

Recalling thee, my fear by love is met.

Recalling thee, my fear by love is met. To know I have thy love doth set me free, Forsooth, I have been snar’d in thy quick net. On cloud nine we lovers shall convene, Within that heav’nly place we’ll make... Continue Reading →

Alone in Darkness

the night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone are we. the salvation for which you sacrifice yourself flares once, then dies, devoured by the abyss. all hope must surely perish. your heart beats no more. how could you... Continue Reading →

Waiting Pillows

Tears fall on waiting pillows, Expecting the torrential downpour. They're used to being soaked, And lying drenched all night, As the bed's occupant weeps Into the early-morning hours.

Tears In The Moonlight

Her tears gleam in the moonlight, Reflecting off her angry red cheeks. They poured from shiny, red-ringed eyes, As gasps and whimpers escaped her lips, Escalating to gut-wrenching sobs, Her heart shattered as she lay, Weeping in utter agony and... Continue Reading →

Her Memories Mean Nothing Anymore

Time withered away the hurtful memories, 'Til she felt nothing at all. The memories were mere pictures, With no feelings attached. She gathered her strength, Healed her shattered heart, And got over her past.

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