Scarlet Letter

Goodnight kisses placed upon the flesh of eager anticipation; a morning bouquet of roses found withering along the murky farewell.  They are not forgotten, because these memories hold the lost souls of poignant emotions.  Their tears drip honey upon the core’s sentiment.  Breathing into the darkness, the cold sensations becoming the objects of desire; sorrow beckons the hope of amnesia to erase an eternity.  Those … Continue reading Scarlet Letter