Swottielottie

_ I started off as heaps of air; hot anger _ and cold dreams, good and bad

I know it. I feel it. I breath it. It never stops gnawing away at me. I shake myself to cast out the demons, but Guilt never leaves; it sticks ...

Upon a field of scarlet rose, she lay. Fixed and frozen, imprisoned in the dark. Bound by the brown oak frame, forever to stay. Pure unblemished skin, left without a ...

I wrote this at school. It had to be based on the poem Valentine by Carol Ann duffy. (recently updated) Not a bouquet or a sweet perfume. I give you ...