Need words..
and hands
and arms
and closeness...
Just need.
'Apologies for being so damned needy,' she muttered...over
...and over -
over again...
apologies
apologies.
Windows are frosted and closed and shut.
Tight.
Branches sway and swoon...
Cold.
Brittle.
She is sorry really, she is.
She looks out
and watches
the ripples within the ancient bark.
(c) prettyintelligentprincess
About Me
- prettyintelligentprincess
- Turrets and Spires, Near the sea., United Kingdom
- An imperfect mother. An unfaithful wife. A career professional. Waiting to feel the stone thrown at her by the one without sin.
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