Dear body, thank you. For you patience, while I attempted, to shape and mould you, too often with force, into something other than,
By Alanah Conlay10 months ago in Poets
and just like that, she had allowed herself to grow roots into him like a tree does the earth, only this time, the earth was steady,
because somewhere along the way, we realised, these were not the disney princes we had been sold. There were no great love stories
I always told her, she was like the sea. Her eyes shone bright in the sunshine, magnificent shades of blue, turquoise.
it is strange how certain memories spark a feeling inside which makes them feel real again. finding the perfect word for such an experience feels feeble.
