waking up to you is like
opening my eyes
to the first snowfall
of the season,
when everything shines and life
feels like an eternal bliss
as your autumnal eyes
bring on the solstice
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
pen ink smears across
blue-lined pages
made by bearing down with an
unsteady hand that isn't more unstable
than the neurosis of trying to
make words mean more
than they actually do
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
I wish that I could throw stars
into your eyes
so that you couldn't see Death
looming over us with his velvet
blue cape
and you could scatter it
with constellations
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC