Type, retype, then delete
she felt the familiar pang again as if the air began to evaporate
just for once, for a stolen moment on a typical summertime
It fluttered like its petals, But still, it is too early.
save your apologies.
her love is as swift and as powerful as the clap of thunder, her joy as temptestous as the crashing waves of the sea yet her grief leaves a mark like a lightning — following the thunder in its wake — © 2017
you and I have each other which made us everything that we are and we will be. until life happened, and took it all away. you and I now have this gap which made us everything that we were and we won't be. - © 2017