‘I’m sorry’

Actions have always spoken louder for you - if you could lace them with twenty-four carat gold, you would. Money bought love dripping from the chandelier. Rumpelstiltskin in the stable spinning gold for you to melt molten and consume. A dragon protecting its horde of teeth-cracking promises, strung like pearls. Medallions of self-worth and righteousness; … Continue reading ‘I’m sorry’