I have no idea
why I'm suprised...

Bluebells tried to
reclaim forget-me-knott...

Someone's packing their bags
which one of us will it be...

There's something to be said for breaking dawn
at 3 pm because illusion is masterful...

I keep waking up from a dream
where we swallow memories whole...

& Whispers leech out of tight smiling mouths
as if it is a sin to be honest in this line of...

“I’ve been spinning stories baby -
you’ve been on the road...

Songbook hearts warble nervously
there once was hope here, in a space...

I’ve always had a thing for butterflies -
their colorful wings like the art...

Sing my worries to sleep
in that gorgeous way...

I always have a notebook and pen
tucked into my back pocket...

Daisies surround the bluebells
as green swallows the whole field...