With her impulses, I think she is as blindingly destructive as a rejected lover.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.

With her impulses, I think she is as blindingly destructive as a rejected lover.

If one looks at that unreal reality of boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl; the boy in question happens to set the standard for all lovers to come.

I am strong, and I must respect that practical balance unique to the conflict of a woman, delicate and feminine.

She blossomed with a heart mild as a dove, and a love ever fierce and tender.

That minx, she was a wicked little soul.

She wore her evening dress like a black diamond.

I need to fight conventional ideas of womanhood, like, pregnant in the kitchen. Shift the question to motive: he thought he could manipulate me.

Her eyes were incandescence and she glanced back with a pure gaze of love at me.

I promise to love you the way Billie Holiday sings.

Brown ringlets falling from a beauty so natural you dared hardly look.
