Large open fields
green grass and blue skies
a status symbol of peace
and I want a peice
the field calls to me;
someone calls to me
unexpected
pleasantly surprised
I think
we have met before
you're the one that appears in my dreams
he one who arises in the music I play
and the reason I'd like to stay
We have met before
your handsome face never met
but never forgotten
I'll wait for the day,
when you say "have we met before?"
with that charming look on your face
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 2:10 PM UTC
when you lay in bed
and can't fall asleep
who is it that you think about
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 9:51 PM UTC
I can't wait for the day
You're the person I spend
my slow mornings with
I can't wait for the day
My cup is full
of all the love you pour
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
my muse
because I've never
had a loss of words
for something I felt so deeply
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 1:41 PM UTC
the intimacy of a pause
understanding the grace that lives
from the silent moments in our conversations
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC
You pulled me out
and dragged me through
But what did I do?
What did I do to deserve
You walking out?
I didn't mean for you to fall
You promised you wouldn't fall
and now you're down on your knees
begging for my love
Where did we go wrong?
Where did closeness lead to closure?
When did good night
turn into goodbye?
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC
Was it on purpose?
you walking out
leaving your scent behind
to fill up the room?
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 12:00 AM UTC
too close
too fast
Give me space
Give me grace
I'd rather walk alone
deep in the crevices of the night
red flags in the daylight
You peer into me
and I'd rather walk alone
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 2:40 PM UTC
Don't forget my name
It’s one you’ll never meet again
say it between the whispers of your prayers
Carve a hole into a tree
And tell it how you long for me
care for it like You cared for me
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 12:12 AM UTC
My life here is warped
It’s free and without choice
It’s tangled in the fragments
Of responsibility
And such freshness
That involves the pieces
Of who I could’ve been
Warped is the person
That demands nothing more of me
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 12:07 AM UTC