boo-hoo.

i want to sob into the comforting shoulder of my blog. snifff sniffffffff.

even in the cold glare of the broken neon
her face looked beautiful
bereft
of the glow offered by sunsets and half moons
her beauty remained unviolated
and unchanged...
being of a different breed...
a beauty which doesn't change
with time or settings,
or the frail flicker of Age's flame.