A single red rose to my love I gave A single red as I placed the engagement ring on her finger A single red rose on our wedding day A single red rose at the birth of our child A single red rose I laid on her grave A single red rose never to forget A single red rose that told of our life
Rewrite of a poem I wrote a while ago a red rose that told of our life together
Every so often When I see calligraphy I flashback to you teaching The art And it always end in Us exploring each other’s Bodys with our hands And with our tounges And kissing. You may have been skin and bones But you were a Yeti.
He's dressed for snow Under his winter coat hangs a heavy heart dangled from weighed down shoulders upon his brow is a fist full of thoughts Brought about by a misunderstanding of other people's lives Or misunderstanding of his own He couldn't be sure All he knows is that its cold And he has to get to work
former selves in the scribble of some crooked writing middle of reformed books, evolved journals i was in them and now i'm not look into the mirror but when i point at you its me that walks away feeling at