Once hidden, now emerged,
A fragile light
Loudly bleats its existence.
Every moment jarringly new to both babe and mother,
Days pass in a frenzied whirl. 120 more words
I have another date arranged with Joe for next week. The more I have contact with him, the more I think about Frankie. The past few days I’ve really felt like getting in touch with him, I haven’t though, I’ve managed to stay strong mainly because I don’t think he’ll reply. 174 more words