Open to more
Curious of the unknown...
I'm a fishy
Yes I am...
What if this world is void of colour
Won't our breath be the only beauty we see...
I sink beneath the sheets
and they are pressed...
Once,
I built you every winter...
Sing to me.
Soothe my sorrows and patch...
Through the visions, through the dreams,
Through the crazy-hair brained schemes...
I admit defeat.
I admit this ragged shawl...
The twelve-inch needle stuck deep,
with my thinning skin sucked around it...
Everyone wants to be remembered….
its how we believe we live on...
Biggest Mistake
I tend to make a lot...
Today, I'll write a sonnet. Yes, today.
And so, I'm here with hands on keyboard, and...