Melanie Armstrong
Joined January 2008
I’m
Melanie
i was that pleasant girl, once.
she cared, she was cautious, she was innocent.
she had hair of sunshine yellow and a heart free of scars.
she trusted, she forgave, she was starry-eyed and unknowing.
…but she’ll never come home
Journals
Heartsong.
I remember the long cold winter days I would spend drenched in your memory…. / Newly fallen ice lain outside my living room window, as the alarm clock in my bed room, resting on my dresser, played it’s daily tune, I struggled to open up my eyes, the lack of sleep I had gotten the night before, catching up to me, made this task fairly difficult. The sun, breaking through my white trans…