And everything within me wells up — erupts — emotions entrust.
Everything I’ve buried deep — hidden beneath — is no longer unseen.
Maybe I’d see this winter through — white and baby blue — if I could just have you.
But instead I’ll make my bed of coals — patch the holes — and return what I stole.

June 29, 2011
1:08 am
Brittany Rose

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