~ twixx ~

there's moonlight in your touch

a poem about being an idea

it is in the cooling crest of the essence of autumn that to the edge of the forest i venture to roam

when my eyes quiver open, they are clouded with a thousand years of slumber's remnant

if i were made of paper, i'd write you love letters in my skin

fingers entwined in hers, i walk a dirt path mapped out by years of footsteps before me.

but that is not right

I bet you're not.

where do memories go when you forget?

a short dialogue-only story i made from a pinterest writing prompt

it belongs to no one, and no amount of prejudice will make it yours.

"i'll be there for you," she whispered, "until the sky comes crashing down."