Dear love of mine, what I wouldn't do to find your fingers intertwined in the holes of my life
Forever, With You
Ever On the Wing, pt. IV: Servants and Benevolent Kings
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
5-Second Love Note
You could ruin my life And that would be just fine Because I would rather die with you by my side Than ask "what if?" in the afterlife
Of Caught-Soughts and Could-Stoods
Tread the world with light-footed dreams Be all that is aught, and a touch of what is naught Do not allow the tempest zephyr streams To knock your block into being caught-sought...
The Soldier
I take a look inside a mirror underneath my breath, I whisper "I see something decent in this mental patient because in his eyes, he looks more alive than me." I look past him, over his shoulder and assume he must be a soldier because in his wake, there's a massive quake where he... Continue Reading →
Time Beleaguered
Dusk threatens with tendrils of gold To put me to sleep in the loveliest fold "Just up the stream" by a nymph, I'm told Is where I can run and never grow old But the decaying smell of moss and mold Lies just behind and bites like bitter cold Now I've gone too far, this life I've... Continue Reading →
December Rose 