Truth is, I still love you,
in the quiet ways I don’t admit out loud...
Dont forget to rest
Your sweet acorn eyes...
I want soft candlelight and deep conversations;
Paired with warm blankets as soft as our laughter...
Years ago....
Words would traffic jam within...
I stole your seat,
you called me "Uncomfortable...
I woke up to warm blankets;
Sunlight filtering through the window in soft rays...
Autumn is here, then the rain will fall soon,
then the butterfly will make a cocoon...
I said my final goodbyes
And you never even knew...
“I’ve been watching too much Mayor of...
but what I meant was I’ve been thinking way too...
The conversation was so natural we both forgot we...
Writing love poems at midnight is not where you...
You were the high tide.
You were the undertow too...
Static in the marrow of the hive
Thousand tongues all fighting to survive...