it’s sad how well, our eyes don’t meet unless I want them to. I’ll always look for your——

sit down my dears and I will tell a story wondrous—true. of life and love and all the things

In the simililies and metaphlowers… a shred of truth grows up preened by the editor’s shears bouqueted for your enjoyment.

Light surrounds the tunnel Of every future yet Darkness fossilizes What I would soon forget. I look into the future

If I were a rose to rest beside y… the thorns that built us up. I want to be the one that guides y… I want our lives to touch. Young in the summer, younger in th…

Oh Mrs. Mary Kay— Mary May! Hey! Your boy’s not coming here this da… No, he’s farming hay—

Today is your funeral—It is also… You’ve died, you’re gone, In peace divine.. Your eyes—they cease to shine. For me, I know not what to do—

In your green dress staring up at… your heart speaks the picture you keep on your laptop for all to… I used to wonder if it was all jus… sad bad boy that could only toy wi…

Freaking books my skin is my cover Don’t judge me by it You peruse the shelves—stop Hers is golden