#historicalprose
5/15/2001
So love is blind and now my heart runs free.
Only stopping to glance at cowboy and then running off into the sunset. Away from all that is love, I begin to heal and strive to be a part of something beautiful again someday.
However, my eyes stay closed, so fearful. I’m no longer willing to give my heart to a boy whose face is my fancy. Funnily enough, six months have gone by and still, none have been a way to go.
Only the moon and no man, and still my beauty blankets my body.
-B
