Can we linger here
For a while
Laying in bed
And listening to the rain song
On the roof?

The comforter a shield
From the sharp cold around us
And the smell of old books
Wafting through the air
The falling leaves a jigsaw
We can put together
In shades of red

I’ll bring you apple cider
-your favorite fall drink
While I’ll have something
Probably with a tinge of pumpkin spice

When the sun goes to rest
And the rain carries on
We’ll drift off on the melody
Of the ever changing chorus
Above us

It’s lovely
To lay here
With you

i have this dream of having a garden
a big strawberry garden
alone in a modern cozy cabin
with my three cats -- black, orange, and a mix of every color

wind breeze blowing inside my big windows
mesh pale white curtains dancing
ducks are swimming gracefully in the pond
the ding of the oven, smelling the freshly baked cinnamon bread

jazz music playing, wine glass in my hand
silk night gown touching my soft skin
swaying through the rhythm nonchalantly
breathing in clean vanilla perfume

as i've said, i have this dream of having a garden
a big strawberry garden
alone in a modern cozy cabin
i'm still dreaming...

Come inside
This hope-found inn
And rest your weary soul
Let the gentle patter
Of rain wash away
The darkness in your heart
Come inside
This dimly lit sanctuary
And rest your tired feet
Take a break
For a warm meal
And a cozy bed
You’re Halfway Home
Just a little bit left
No longer alone
But still quite lonely
So come inside
And sit for a while
Before leaving again
To wander this mighty cold plane

Her hair so soft, so Luscious and bright.
how grateful I am to be here tonight.

You look like an Angel no others compare,
To be with you so little, it is not fair.

You're Gorgeous, you're Beautiful, you're such a Sweet heart.
What more could I say about you, where do I start?

My Darling you are amazing, more than you know,
The blood to my heart you make it flow.

I never liked summer.

Not as a child.

Huddled by a fireplace,
no shirt and a short just a mere 5 year old,
Begging the flames to give me the warmth I crave.

I never liked summer.

Maybe it was the silence,
The empty walls,
The way life seemed to move on without me.

I never liked summer.

Winter had always been kinder,
Bringing people closer,
Wrapping me in a cold I understood,
and loved.

But then you said,
"Summer is my favorite season."
And winter lost its warmth.

The snow felt sharper,
The fire distant.
And summer— Summer became the heat of your voice,
The glow of your presence,
The warmth I never knew I needed.

what I once clung to as a dreamland,
fades away in the world of you.

With nothing but your words,
You rewrote my thoughts and bent my beliefs.

I felt every stubborn inch of myself crumble accept it's fate,
that even your lies become my truth,

and your beliefs are mine to carry

I'm not a poet
Don't speak the language

Death follows (a lantern-lit, moss-draped carriage)
Offers me a ride (so kind)
But it's not my time (for—for;
give me,
get me)

I'm not a tortured soul
Just trying to be understood

Please? Won't someone save me?
(Where—
oh
where—
am... I?)

I'm just writing on this journey to the end