First and foremost, poetry is the song of my soul. It...
You read me Cover to cover One rainy afternoon In February...
In love and war they say, All’s fair. But drafted...
The wound was deep But I held my hand Over my...
Looking back At a picture I just saw Of you And...
Oh, melancholy blue Your ripples cast shadows O’er impermanent sands Revealing...
You saw me this morning. I was radiant in pale first...
You are awake you dream the dreams that lovers make in...
...an excuse that is wearing thin after a year of traveling...