My friends laughed at me when I said I wanted a girl that doesn't talkAnd just stays quiet. It's more romantic.. sigh
An apologyYou sit there quietly, holding storms behind your eyes, while I, wrapped up in my own weather, forget to ask if you're cold too. I speak of my worries, my days, my doubts, and sometimes you nod, smiling gently, like the rain doesn't fall on you as... See More »
The Writer Writes - When I DreamAt night, When I dream. I can hear her, Whispering in my ear, Using words, That I've never heard, And don't understand, But I know them, From a life long ago, And one, I wish I could return to.
Where the Heart Once Blossomed - HaikuOne deep breath, her scent fills my lungs, and grief blossoms where my heart once bloomed.
tiny nothing poemmy mind is wild, thought beguiled, spirit a loving feral rage, a twisted soul, poems apropos, heart bound in his ribbed cage.
