The wandering boy in the snow
Growing between two worlds
Having a moment of his own.

As the new saplings come
Popping through the snow
He dreams of being on his own.

The fallen oak, uprooted with might
Still lays rotting and leaving its mark
The boy looks on thinking on his own.

This lost place, forgotten in time
Holds all the same pieces of new and old
The boy takes it in all on his own.

Forest of forever filled with ancient and young
Changes each winter like time to come.
The boy leaves here all on his own.

As my skin leaves yours
Your mind acts as if I disappear
I can’t stop these streams as they pour
“Love” is always the same, leaving me to persevere.

Sitting alone
In the middle of a crowd
Every expression being shown
Everything being spoke aloud

I’ve never felt so much loneliness
Maybe it’s a sign of the season
Or it’s because of your thoughtlessness
I can’t quite pick a reason.

Clear kisses
Won't leave marks they can see
But ones you can feel.
Will you take my love
And carry on without me?
Will you return to me
And caress me so softly
I question if this is
All happening?
I won't cover you in
Pinks and reds to claim.
I will kiss you clear
And wait to see what happens.

Tobacco taste like
Our first kiss that should not have
Been because we're friends.