No valentine this year, only a tear in remembrance
of you, who had no clue, only about hearts full of darts….
It’s Ok, one day i will wear red, untied, loose, free….
Flowers upon your box, kisses in the wind, lost in
love, splattered in blood…..
Maybe, just maybe, I’ll find my Valentine…..
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A Student Literary Journal
reflection + romance + release
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Thoughts on an ever-evolving life
. . .can you imagine?
During the days in which I choose to conform, I do so with a specific feeling in mind that I want to achieve. A sort of climax that I aim to reach. A feeling effortlessly maintained between the ages of 6-9 and again between the ages of 13-15, when being a girl was simply one of the numerous ways of being.
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Paranormal Author, Artist & Empath. Follow Sheila on Twitter, Facebook & Instagram! @sheilareneeparker
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