He said he couldn’t look into my eyes
Because he was afraid he would lose it.
(But Love, I would find you again)
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
"At first I didn't think I could handle
How deep you are.
-You're so incredibly deep.-
I wasn't sure if I should get involved.
But honestly,
It makes everything so much better,
And it's one of my favorite things
About you."
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 8:19 AM UTC
The leaves hover down
And lacy silhouettes,
Bold against lavender skies
Cradle the musty fall air.
Gentle hazel eyes
Crinkle up and reflect;
There’s nowhere
She’d rather be
But here.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
The touch of his star-lit skin
upon her chest
was replaced by the crushing
weight of the moon.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
Meaning (buried)
Listening (feigned)
Interpretation (twisted)
Understanding (an illusion)
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
one must learn,
time and time again,
to love oneself with
a gentle
and forgiving heart,
as you walk the path,
to enlightenment.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
What the seamstress held,
Was still lacy, yet.
It was that from inside
her small frayed chest:
A heart, being stitched
With delicateness.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
He's the sunken tear drop
That bleeds her ink opaque.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
But her most precious jewels
Were his lucid blue eyes,
And they watched
As the porcelain dripped
From her fragile skin.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC