Poem
I am a piece of a storyBut the story doesn’t matterIt’s just me over and over againSame shit…
Whisper your thoughts in hallowed silence, words longing to fly in the sun’s bright glare…
Something joyous
Rise to the sun well after tenthe scent of rich warm coffee comes on waves of chestnut…
If only I could always behold Your beautiful brown eyes That crinkle’s at the…