I don't have elegant words
I'm not one to relate lips
To fresh picked strawberries
But I have feelings
They could deafen you
With their dial tone
And god I try to use them for good
But I end up finding the bad
In everything
I know you're a little rough
around the edges, I'm a bit
coarse on the inside
There are moments where
I question it all
I'm blind when you're not here
The simmer on my
hard-to-warm-up-to soul
slowly dissipates
I ought to learn to remind myself
It's okay to open up my thick skull
To let someone see what's underneath
But who's to say
I won't regret it
Like I have with every other
Gallivanting soul I've allowed
To muddy up my doorstep?
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
There is something so elegant
About the moonlight
In the midst of night
As it reflects
Through your window
Off the glimmering snow
Instead of disappearing
Between the deep cracks
Of the luscious grass
That belongs to the summer
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC
The winter speaks to me through its underlying bone chill
The cold beneath my skin feels a bit less lonely
Darkness, so comfortable and sweet
It dances through my nerves
The summer is enticing but it tries to melt my unlit soul
There's nothing like the balance between
Tangled, frozen veins
And dying branches
Littering their last tokens of hope
Along the un-accepting ground
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC