Dec 18, 2007
Hot breath spills from warm lips. The cold grabbing and twisting at her alone voice. Stars shine and glisten but her, her night is black. No heat coming from scared hands. As the night wind whispers in her ear and blows back her hair all she feels is quiet. Her heart frosted over by nights of the past. Special memories not so special, for now she is alone. No night will ever change that.
Music
Film
Books
,Twilight (Stephanie Meyers)
New Moon (Stephanie Meyers)
Eclipse (Stephanie Meyers)
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Artists
,Ondrea Barbe (fashion Photographer),