I cough words
onto a page,
and hold it up to the world.
They call it art, they call it poetry.

walking down the road
steps on crunchy leaves

looking up and down
humming to myself

feel the chilly breeze
smell the autumn air

taking it all in
each step, each leaf, each day
before you realise

another seasons passed,
and it’s already May

We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.

Take me back to that boat on the river

where innocence doesn't hide
risk wears a sleeve
and fear quickly dies.

Take me back to that boat on the river

where the meek makes brave
and danger is kept
in its shallow grave.

Take me back to that boat on the river

where the rapids grow wild
and life lives carelessly
through the eyes of a child.

✌&1♥

As the rising morning sun
shines its immaculate rays
on a field of sunflowers
these flowers , they awaken
from their nocturnal slumber
and ever so slowly
they spread their petals
and gaze upon the Sun

For in the Sun
they found an eternal source
of life , hope and warmth
And just like the Sun
will my soul tirelessly
shine upon hers forever
giving life , love and warmth
to this Sunflower , deeply rooted
within the crevices of my heart