on a cobbled street
the aroma of fresh bread...
I'm tired of people calling me "sad",
using it as an excuse to get too close...
how does softness remain? you’re overwhelming in...
i need you to be – all-encompassing like...
Ever wonder
whether Everlasting exist...
Your love
tore my poetry...
The coffee hymn in the morning
was our best harmony, we always...
I do not wish to hurt you!
Yet I want to see you weep...
rapid fluttering through stream lines
arising at inconvenient times...
Two weeks in-
the shell pealed back...
Show us to a way so we can then show
train us in ways so as we can then train...
Battle lines have been drawn,
And forces now amass...
When busy painting
I often use a language that's misunderstood...