Our whole lives we’ve been togethe… from childhood we played in the su… chasing after each other never kno… audacious and bold little teenager… learning from each dare and bet

The dark silhouette of my love rav… How the light blinds my conscious Allowing me only sight of the divi… Outlining everything that I crave With each curve that I would kiss

what lies between the stars? two shining lights within the nigh… twinkling amongst others distance isn’t vast with the eye but no one can see mars

Broken beneath the surface Keep breathing they say Smile to keep the preface As you lie upon that bed Fractured with no skin broken

A Rose Bush Seasons change and death follows So vibrant that rose once was So elegant it was swaying in the w… Someone picking it was a must

What is love? when we touch one another— do we truly feel what the other fe… Are our emotions more than what th… Or is it something that we simply…

Wandering minds meet wandering fee… Along that dusty road Torn and tattered clothes flow Off of young soft supple bodies Heat exchanged from palms to bosom

Breathe Is what I have to say whenever I… For I lose myself Within your smile that shines brig… Than the stars within the night sk…

Look outside my dear, Do you see the rain dancing? Prancing around the petals of our… Oh how they can change that vibran… From a beautiful, elegant Red;

seasons come and go— Autumn falls deep into Winter’s frigid embrace, a powdered laced s… pillow to rest your head upon to fall is to be tricked...

This and that are two different th… I’ve lived my life through words a… Yet when I talk to her I get none Always wanting to be by her side But I could not strengthen my min…

For the longest time, I envied Wo… How powerful they truly were, and… Using them simply as a catalyst, To create worlds that others would… To create a fantasy for the broken…

Lost children seek warmth within the souls of friends and lo… reaching for the stars but landing… Lost children seek love within the hearts of friends and l…

I sit here with my pen in my hand Waiting to write down the next ins… But when will it come? I sit here with my coffee, a cup that reflects the darkness w…