i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.
fierce lovers.and battle warriorsboth comefrom the same place. there is bound to be,some bloodshed.
holding the eveningtremblingly close to mei weepinto the sun lettingthe burdenof hopelift off my chesti realizethis is what it meansto be free.
sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed.
Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.
i want to be in love with youthe same wayi am in love with the moonwith the lightshiningout of its soul.
May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind.
I write because there are things in me that cannot die.
At the end of the day all we ever need is something that helped pass the time and something that keeps time from passing.
funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.
i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.
Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.
I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.
Once in a while i am struckall over again... by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enoughto bruise a heart.
i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.
tread carefullyinto my life, my dear.the currents are strong.you will get lostin this warm oceanof my skin.
How strange and ironic it is- all the words i long to sayare lost in words.
Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.
What you are trying to let go of...is already gone.
i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.