Cold winter days circle around in a flurry snowflakes fall gently solitude in daydreams and sweet whispered words make me blush at the thought of what could be if only to let go... I wonder if we are a good fit or if when time tells its tall tale an unedited version of truth - …
Trilby Yates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Trilby Yates 