cursive is the best way to describe my pen
because only the quaint wish to read...
If I could find all of the smiles from all our...
then I would put them into piles, soak them in...
The last few weeks haven’t been light
Feeling down, unable to write...
There is a place, where the sea greets the land
where white bubbled water, washes golden sand...
A lamp on a room,
with a switch, turns the lights on...
To be just me, that's all I yearn to be.
But who is this me, whom I want to be...
Come run with me across this wild and stormy land...
and leave behind all memory of cages and of...
Stop talking to me
from behind your...
Been fighting for long,
those urges to drink the warmth...
You remind me of an ocean.
Not in the way you come or...
Once upon a time
our thrones sat side by side...
Hot pink, crumpled silk
adorns silver grey haywire...