change – pretty words for wicked girls

Soft Spring

Grey uninspired daysTesting the limitsof my patienceSoft whispers of rainkeep me groundedWatching her wakereturn to lifeI too am filledDesire for lifeslips across my skinSpring comes alivefinding me waitingimpatient unfocusedhope in my heart

september

There’s a certain hope that comes in autumn , the wild wicked summer air dissipates and makes way for something calmer, something cosier. Not necessarily safe, but comforting. I ease in to the cool crisp air and sigh as I watch the leaves around me start to tinge with muted orange, playful yellows and boldContinue reading “september”