Gentle sea, blow your misty boats through southern...
Drifting clouds, in slow motion...
“Writing love poems at midnight is not where you...
And then I did it anyways...
I memorized the pattern of your curls-
The slope of each individual one clinging to your...
Closed eyes and sealed mouths
numbed by the pregnant moonlight...
....as moon awaits, to greet your soul
you’ll cross a bridge where lies no troll...
Your eyes are milky way to my heart
galaxy full of wonders...
I'm home all alone,
listening to a dead dial tone...
I did not know
that our time would be so brief...
Am I attractive
or am I available...