Walls of stone,

All alone,

Stands a throne,

Sits a king,

Of broken things,

A lonely song is what he sings,

Face of stone,

Man of bone,

Atone, atone, atone,

Sins of old,

Carved into gold,

Stories told,

Man of bone,

King of old,

Let me tell you of stories told,

The old lady used to sing,

A song about the broken king,

Oh dear king of broken things,

Do you listen as the bluebird sings,

Crown o...

Our mother was never very good at the give and take game that came with relationships whether that be lover, friend, sister, daughter and least of all mother, she was an avaricious kind of person, you see. She loved golds and riches and could have drowned in her materialistic ways if they took the form of water.

She would take and take and take until all you had left to give her was your death.

...

It’s a raining, pouring, absolutely soaked, kind of day. I’m wearing my boots, they’ve got a good grip on the slippery pavement and they’re warm, I love warm things and the rain, I love the rain too, the after smell, the sound, the way it waters the flowers and the trees, although the slipping and the sliding is quite embarrassing.

Water splashes against my face not from the sky though? An umbrel...

“I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me!” The gods voice bounced of every wall, every crevice in the building, it seemed as though even the mountains shoved it back towards us in a desperate fight to keep themselves unnoticed.

Lightning struck the ground outside the old, marble temple, cracks waded their way through the floor, thunder shook it making wider cracks and causing the buildi...

Cold enough to warrant a light jacket,

The chill settles against my skin comfortably,

The smell of rain is constant,

I can’t tell if the sun is rising or setting,

But still, the sky whispers in pastel colours,

Sitting on the roof of a small shed,

Leaning back,

hands behind me keeping me up,

Legs dangle above the grassy field that stretches out to the trees,

It’s quiet,

I’m alone

My mind cannot ta...

Hot soup on a winters day,

Ice cream under a summers sun,

Chocolate on a sweet tooth night,

You are the calm in every hectic situation,

You are what I give into when I’m craving comfort,

You are vanilla sweet,

And chocolate craving,

I would give you my favourite food,

I would give you rice pudding,

warm,

sweet,

and ever so comforting,

If I could give you the comfort you give me in the shape of ...