This was never a love story…
When I hear love songs, songs of heart break, songs where people miss each…
I am your canvas,dripping, waiting for your colors
I write every night
about you.
you held the stormto meandi whispered:i want all of you
Your soul is my poetry’s black diamond.
I can walk my lipsalong the lines of ocean,know your curvesinto the deep blue seawith me — god…
Last year, I was telling a couple of friends in a cafe about a woman I’m deeply fond of, and how she had little…
As I take my morning stroll around my living room, taking in the new day and looking out towards the rising sun, I catch a…