Fun Facts About Grace Jones
Hunting Like A Pro
I am better feel in winter
Stolen Flower, Stolen Heart
Tripping, tumbling goes my heart as I stare at the world in front of me. The flicker from the flame of the torch making the shadows dance and part of me wishes to dance along with them. The night was dark and deep, the air, crisp and cold. It was the type of night you would be wise to stay inside, but your heart would long to be free. To be in the embrace of the fresh air outside.
I’ve never been able to deny my heart, it ruled with an iron fist. My brain always left to fix the problems it creates. Tonight, oh tonight, I’ve never been so glad to let it sit upon it’s thrown. For tonight, I was able to meet my true love, or what I hoped to be.
It was the rose garden where I met him as ....