The morning sighs in softest hue—
the sky has saved its gold for you...
How lonely is the flame
that burns for its own fire...
I remember you
in the soft melt of ice cream...
You are the balm—
meant to mend...
Etched upon this soggy sleeve,
My heart unclad...
I am the letter that never sent..
folded with all I couldn’t say...
I stare at the swaying tree,
Rooted deep beneath the crusty erf...
I looked for you..
in the curve of someone else’s smile...
I would give you a chance
Even when I know it ends in fire...
I should've been over you but there's still a...
I scan the crowd to find you after a month of...
For true love a song
Our hearts sing and...
A late night visitor
Enraptured, enamoured, with senses aglow...