I want to be trapped with you — in an old victorian housethat smells of birchwood and sagewith dark hallsleading to…
Imagine all the colors that you have ever seen in your life or imagined to exist. Orange, peacock…
dedicated to my you,have this way of waking
Love is a languagespoken in whispersIn quiet glancesthere are tiny chancesto be seen, to press your imageon my heart and move it…
Has anyone ever expressed