Fill up my cup//Not quite to the brim...
On a Whim
I Could Use That Fire
With a flame that is just part of them//They always know how to use it...//I could use that kind of fire today...
In a Hearth
It was once bright, tall... a beacon on a mountain//And now, in a hearth, it quietly sits...
Welcome To Stay
My Love, if you read this someday just know I might not be okay but you are always welcome to stay.
Heartsick
Now I'm heartsick // hoping beyond hope that you can feel this // dreaming about the taste of your scarlet lipstick // soft, sweet kisses... oh, I've missed it // the chance to be your everything
Ever On the Wing, pt. IV: Servants and Benevolent Kings
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
It’s Pouring – Revisited
There's nothing left inside//
the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed//
nothing more to confide//
silence on an empty stage
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
On the Sill
My heart gets away from me sometimes No, I'm not talking about love Nor apathy, nor hatred Simply this: Have you ever had a dream One bigger than you thought you'd ever think One that makes your heart race so fast, you figure it surely must be It Ah, that wonderful It that is so... Continue Reading →
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