Whenever she opens her eyes, she writes poetry,
And with every breath, she pens dreams effortlessly.

Whenever she talks, the universe leans in to hear,
Whenever she thinks, she paints skies crystal clear.

Whenever she's near, my soul finds its beat,
Yet somehow, we're strangers, destined never to meet.

You're the sun I miss every night

A wonder seeker
Under the moons godly gaze
For the last time

self-deception gets
stronger, as i get older -
not any better.

only things true
are love and death
and loveless people don't die
they simply disappear

in love we are eternal
and our flesh will never know decay

The path unfollowed follows my mind,
The path unfollowed mocks me blind,
And entrenches deeply in my wound,
Now in the path of the wild I must swoon,
To reclaim my sight.