la louve à la lune ǀ the wolf to the moon
Original works of poetry, fiction, creative non-fiction and essays by A. M. Wilsonne
When it doesn't work. Because we are different. In ways that are utter extremes. You wanted more of something I could not give. I wanted more of something you could not believe. A brief together. followed by. An indefinite separation. O. If I could have even just a bit of you. Every now and then.... Continue Reading →
La louve solitaire se trouve seule par sa choix de la voie du Seigneur qui l'emmène à l'espoir, à l'amour, à la grace, à la joie, à la paix, à la gloire de sa croix, à son Fils, par la foi.. Copyright © 2018 A.M. Wilsonne
I don't know if I can or if I can and won't Ideas, sweet like a dream Reality, a joke. Bitter in my mouth, the risk of hope not turning out to be I spit it out. Defiant toward what some call, "But 'tis your destiny!" My back now turned. Caught by my eyes the... Continue Reading →
She's a romantic She's a [day] dreamer Looks every eligible guy in the eye and becomes a believer That he sees her and might be the keeper To keep her, in the next chapter she's ever promised is the "happy end"-- or at least "a valuable life experience to have under one's belt". She talks the talk of... Continue Reading →
It's been 2 years since I let him go since my heart broke as I told him No that I wouldn't stay even just to sleep for the few more hours 'till the sun rose.. Dear Lord, doin' nothin' felt like all the things The way he waited made my knees weak The way we... Continue Reading →
la louve à la lune ǀ the wolf to the moon 