By Rebeca Elgueta Here we stand, on the boundaries of my heart. I am in Winter, you in Spring It looks joyful over there. The rich green of the trees, birds sing. In Spring, children dance to merry songs In the golden sun where they belong. A sea of flowers I spy, blanketing the meadow…

By Rebeca Elgueta I am corrupt my love. Flowers bloom under your Gentle looks But decay and die under my Poisoned touch. Why even the Lily, with its bright beauty, would Wither, Yet the black Rose, with its intoxicating petals, continues to Prosper. I am corrupt my love. There is no redemption for me So…

By Laura Pathe The Heart that wilts within your chest Could crumple at a touch. Cruelly tortured at your behest It’s stained a yellow blush. Hung upturned and left to dry unbidden tears do fall. Floating with the petals of Your sagging, forlorn Heart. They float upon a growing flood Decayed and etched with mould….