Jotting thoughts of you and me
Under a pregnant moon...
Summer's tears and plastic cups,
daisy fields and apple pies...
Your travel selfies
depict awe inspiring sights...
Falling through the earth to the darkness below
As if it were a clear night with no lights...
Physics, math and chemistry
It's what my brain does say...
it’s not
quiet...
a chair arms
the fatigued man...
After you
I became creative...
It was a fickle afternoon.
Up on the roof of your sixth floor apartment...
Just a touch away yet
far from your affection...
He is my hope
who keeps my path alight...
I am trying to find you through life, finally I...
My life was to search, not to get you...