Tiny Sandstorms
By StaryEyed1
traveling through sandstorms her mind's been wandering again... blissful thoughts of him memories laced with sugar cracking a giddy grin eyes shut arms reaching waiting for the warmth of an invisible embrace her imaginary perfection in all his blue eyed grace reflecting the burning flaming passion in his heart for this single imperfection a dream that wouldnt last her cold reality tastes of bittersweet tears a salty desert mixed with mud the grime of her naked hurt manifested in shameless flaunts smears of the innocence the purity she once held filled with jealousy she shatters it again and again endlessly punishing herself for her unworthiness of him Written December 31st, 2001 © on Dec 31 2001 09:31 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"traveling through sandstorms..."