When I opened the door it squeaked, creaking open ever so eerily It needed oil, but that wasn't my job The floors needed sweeping, but that also wasn't my job I looked around the dimly lit room There wasn't much... Continue Reading →
Just let me love you more than a bee loves a flower because without some sort of simple love and hope, much like the bee without the flower, and the world without pollen, I might go extinct I just want... Continue Reading →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 