
I was at a library. What was I doing here? Instantly I forgot as I saw someone leaning over me. As if protecting me from falling over. Whoa! I wasn't that fragile. My eyes scanned to his face and as my eyes met his; his reactions changed. His eyes. They were blue. I could fall into them. And the emotions. They were raw and full of need and love? I felt my heart beat raise and I could feel my cheeks turn a rose red. I blused under him.

“I feel like I’m caught in a French, Black and White film about a nympho who falls in love with a schizophrenic." Sincere and sentimental, the poems in this book border between spiritually content and harrowing, unrequited devotion. Within the free flowing verses you'll find intricate and honest recollections both delicately simple and intensely passionate.

The whispering started again. I looked down at the corpse. Her mouth was moving. I looked over to Domonic, he was looking down at the girl. "Is she... whispering?" I looked back at the body. I heard the whispering get louder and louder, until it was shouting. The people on stage covered their ears and started crying. I would have too, if I wasn't intrigued by what she was saying. It wasn't at all what the walls were saying. They were screaming ' Death is on his way' what the girl was

I was at a library. What was I doing here? Instantly I forgot as I saw someone leaning over me. As if protecting me from falling over. Whoa! I wasn't that fragile. My eyes scanned to his face and as my eyes met his; his reactions changed. His eyes. They were blue. I could fall into them. And the emotions. They were raw and full of need and love? I felt my heart beat raise and I could feel my cheeks turn a rose red. I blused under him.

“I feel like I’m caught in a French, Black and White film about a nympho who falls in love with a schizophrenic." Sincere and sentimental, the poems in this book border between spiritually content and harrowing, unrequited devotion. Within the free flowing verses you'll find intricate and honest recollections both delicately simple and intensely passionate.

The whispering started again. I looked down at the corpse. Her mouth was moving. I looked over to Domonic, he was looking down at the girl. "Is she... whispering?" I looked back at the body. I heard the whispering get louder and louder, until it was shouting. The people on stage covered their ears and started crying. I would have too, if I wasn't intrigued by what she was saying. It wasn't at all what the walls were saying. They were screaming ' Death is on his way' what the girl was