Six Years of Poetry on Medium.
The man in the moonhe watched you tonightwhen your head touched the pillowuntil you saw the dawn’s light
Look at her immortal kiss,
Bumbling ball of perfection,
How I wish I were like you,
borrowing hope from strangers and stories.
I thought of the flowerThe one that sprouts each SummerWith marvelous ultraviolet petals Symbolizing nature’s deepest riddles Beauty never…
cupping notes of chocolate at breakfast
Because there’s something inside of you that says, I can forgive
SometimesWhen I’m down andWorld feels little too muchI long for your closenessAnd no, I don’t want you to stare at meAnd ask what…