This is a street I could fall in love on, where everyone's eyes reflect the stringed lights. Cobbles hold the weight of it all - the hearts and the hopes of what could and might.
A Hopeful Breath
Silent, Loving Tease
How badly I want you to look at me with the same silent, loving tease
Dear Love of My Life
I'll be waiting for you if you wait for me too.
Her Self
She has given you her self...
L’air du Paradis
Ignorantly, I claim this is why I do not allow myself L'air du Paradis.
My Sister’s Old Bedroom
Fair warning: I did not plan this post, nor did I proofread it. Proceed at your own risk.
Ever On the Wing, pt. V: Significance
Life moves autonomously // Life within and without me
End of Summer Poetry Thank You
I wanted to share a huge thank you to KaylaAnn for hosting the End of Summer Poetry Contest! It was an honor to be considered next to such incredible writers, I was truly blessed by the opportunity to participate.
Familiar Cobbled Streets, Pt. I
He meant no harm when he requested I take a seat, he simply hoped I'd return to the familiar cobbled streets.
December Rose 