bloom.

we planted words
and watered them with honey,
our own little garden
of love, lies and lullabies
we watched them grow
side – by – side
we told ourselves that love would survive
it was either bloom or die

(we chose to bloom)

– ashley jane

Lost Ones

We hide ourselves behind tall walls and guarded hearts. We camouflage ourselves in apathy, sleep under blankets of secrets. We do everything we can to keep people out. Yet, somehow, the healers still find a way.