raindrops pelter down
dark nimbus clouds glare at me
I hold back tears.
4/4/2019.

old age is bonus
live life as if you are young
who knows tomorrow.
4/4/2019

Nothing seems impossible...
when you're with me

I wish you could hear
my head at night
then you'd understand
what it's like

my one wish is
to find someone
who sees the world
as beautiful as i do
with their mouth
preaching poetic beauty
as i have once done
to all the boys
i have loved

You were born near the warm ocean,
grew up around there,
With your clear acrylic smile
and sun-kissed blonde hair

I, the winter cold
More north than I can remember,
We met that day you visited,
a brisk chill, that December

We drank and danced,
while the years passed over
Argued and grew apart,
our greatest fears, now sober

My memories of you, once treasured
Now, faded
as sun deprived lands complain,
Forever, jaded