As the clock strikes midnight
And the love dies
Reality smacks us
Right in the jaw
The harsh winter
Greets us like an old friend
When love ends
It fades away
Like a half rainbow
That disappears in the sky
Beautiful
But
Incomplete
Midnight
When the magic dies
And the next day
Begins
Where love doesn’t follow
It's left behind
In the yesterdays of forever.
-C.H.
Pressure is building up in the head A squeeze of the soul A knot in the arteries Better do something before I am dead A reaper gaining ground My shadow on my floor Opportunity knocks at the door Bette
Chapter 6 Emerdy came from a powerful family in Oathville, a family that had a connection with the first King. She had lived her entire life without anyone ever disagreeing with her. She was—objective
What God do you see? Which one do you hear? Which God do you want to believe in? An omni-potent one? One that grants you complete free will? Or how about one that isn’t perfect? Would you want a God w
