Your footsteps are never meant
to decorate this lonely alleyway...
I will step down from your
heart, only to give you a...
My body isn't a pinball machine,
but I can't know you without loving you. I can't...
After years or climbing I had reached my peak,
I could smile with my whole being...
A silent reader
Leaves confessions at the door...
Those orange streetlights
that are illuminating the cars that are parked...
Don't hate me,
my poetry...
You are
a floral cologne of bottlebrush...
Now that february insults me more
and the room is too small...
Do you know why you love her poems so much?
Because just like you, she is a beginner...
A coin a nickel, a penny , a cent,
This is a test...
It wasn't the shades of
pale aura that invited me...