Thinking of you..
I breathe on illusion...
As missiles fly, across the sky
I hear her sobbing, broken cry...
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...
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...