There is no amount of time or space. No new beginnings or fresh starts. Her walls are made of the thickest ice. She hides behind the bitter cold. You stand there watching, waiting for some shred of light, a peek of hope. But, only love can get through. And, her heart is a picky thing. There is only one that’ll be let in. I hope you understand. – ashley jane
hi, my name is ashley jane
thank you for visiting my page! i am a former substance abuse counselor with a passion for poetry. currently, i alternate between writing and helping others pursue their publishing dreams via ashley jane aesthetics. for more of my poetry, you can find me on most platforms under @breathwords. look me up! i love hearing from new people.