They are pages
that time...
It was a fickle afternoon.
Up on the roof of your sixth floor apartment...
Every time I sit down to write
he lights a candle - saying that...
Trust others to trust
yourself. Remain trustworthy...
Yearning for the artists hand
they lie fallow and incomplete...
One night,
I just woke up naked on the inside...
When life gives you lemons, you can make lemonade...
Summer has ended,
and I've never heard your voice...
Hush now,
Quiet now...
Clip not the blind of wings to let them soar
give them the tools a path your love to find...
Jotting thoughts of you and me
Under a pregnant moon...
Gods gift to women
never an Adonis just...