Ailish-Rose

It's half past three in the morning, and all I can hear is Sammy's slow breathing, the tick-tock of the bedside clock, and the steady thumping of my heart. It grows faster as all the memories of the day whirr about in my head, refusing to let me sleep. So instead I sit up, run a hand over my face and through my hair, let them rest under chin and gaze though the window, into the clear night outside. I quickly get lost in my thoughts. On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new extremes Bu

Windows thrown open Sun prickles at my skin Cool breeze caresses Skin is moist and glows In the light, clear summer skin Nature bleaches curls Trees, flowers, they rustle Birds and bees, summer song Beautiful, calm time