Somewhere between the chaos of the night before and the expectation of the day to come, I find my peace
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:37 PM UTC
How can the pull dragging me back to shore
Be stronger than the riptide?
Maybe if I dig my claws into the sand
And bargain with Mother Earth
She'll bless me with a miracle
And turn the shifting silt to clay
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:37 PM UTC
It's November now
And the rainwater has seeped through my trainers
Soaking bare soles that kissed scorching sand
I swear, just a few sunsets ago
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:30 PM UTC
You smile when I colour outside of the lines
And stoke all my wild carefree
While life keeps insisting on order and rhyme
And forging an adult of me
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
I would trade 1000 guarded days
For one more free with you
Caress me with more than just your gaze
Undress me
Let me show you all the ways
I'd bare my soul to you
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
You prefer the spine of your book uncreased;
I want mine contorted beyond recognition
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:28 PM UTC
There's magic in the transition
From strangers to friends to
"I can't stop thinking about you"
A tentative "hello," polite, restrained
(Don't-overshare-don't-be-weird)
To glances lingering a little too long
And electricity in accidental brushes
To spilling my soul all over the bedsheets we're entwined in
And gorging on the air you inhabit
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:28 PM UTC
I know a secret place that's just mine
A garden with wide open spaces and leafy crevices
Blooming flora, creeping fauna
The damp scent of moss tinged with perfume
I've claimed it for myself
A place all the pressures and whims of the world can't reach
Unspoiled, calm,
Where time ceases to exist
And no one wants or needs me
Bliss
If I give you the key, will you wait for me there?
And I'll join you under that canopy
Whenever I close my eyes
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:27 PM UTC
How many glasses of wine on star strewn nights,
Looks lingering a fraction longer than allowed,
Tentative touches, head tilted into the crook of your shoulder
Like it was moulded from you, for you:
Just how much would it take for us to admit
That this is more than we ever bargained for?
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:26 PM UTC
Give me your blazing sun,
Your stormiest night,
And everything in between
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:25 PM UTC