I’m not her
Evil blood flows through my veins I need to suck the toxins out.
Wouldn’t it be better,
if you left it unsaid,
In my arms I hold you
in my heart you’ll stay
Work, work, work all day long
then I rest from dark til dawn.
Romancing Her Flame
Standing, watching an Autumn’s bonfire,
Writer’s Worries
I ponder over each and
every line,
knowing that this will
take some time.
With my pen in hand I
start to write,
A Season Surrenders
The land of stark darkness welcomes the warming sun’s return.