Falling asleep to them or waking up to them; twittering birds are a treasure either way.
JENNY WINBLADHFalling asleep to them or waking up to them; twittering birds are a treasure either way.
JENNY WINBLADHI fall asleep hugging myself tight, as I probably should.
JENNY WINBLADHI don’t even have to read between my own line, the poetry speaks so loud and a little too clear.
JENNY WINBLADHDoing my best not to dwell; I just thought you couldn’t wait to see me too.
JENNY WINBLADHI want to kiss you so much it hurts and I want to caress your skin until it no longer does.
JENNY WINBLADHNo waiting by the phone not doing it. For he is not all that I am.
JENNY WINBLADHI managed to cut myself loose and while there was pain – there weren’t any blood.
JENNY WINBLADHWhat about us who would like a piece of the soul served as an aperitif before we dig into flesh?
JENNY WINBLADHAnd as he unzipped her dress she buttoned her soul.
JENNY WINBLADHForget about silly games about even sillier thrones. I know a game of love and I’m in it to win it.
JENNY WINBLADHDoubts are seen flowing away along with that special kind of blue in his eyes.
JENNY WINBLADHIt won’t matter how beautiful they look when they don’t treat you beautifully.
JENNY WINBLADHEven pretty words turn into ash while pouring out of an ugly mouth.
JENNY WINBLADHDo friends really long to breathe the air of the other?
JENNY WINBLADHI love you but not at any cost.
JENNY WINBLADHBees and butterflies in my belly with you on my mind they chase each other around.
JENNY WINBLADH