the wintry chill of the morning-
it washes over our prone bodies...
In the shadows lingers
a figure whom embraces...
As we breezed
hoisting...
I wish that you could see
The true & real me...
I showed you the hundred reasons to hold on
But you gave me one reason to let go...
Do you remember us
as moths trapped...
I think of you.
When the skies turn from gray to blue; I think of...
After the honeymoon comes the marriage
I recall moments of oblivion...
Don't worry darling
Hold your head high...
When I do not find your black eyes
everything founders...
Love
Skies turn from blue to a different hue, the very...
Do you remember that you were braiding my hair
and I was breathing...