Poetry

. Letters To Her... Part 1 Believe me when I say that I’m bound to live this way, Looking for a glimpse of you, biting more than I can chew, With every minute of every day in every time and everywhere you grow on me, Like a black iris or a rose, or even a lily I suppose, Anything that beauty possessed was laid in you, In your face and in your heart , in your mind right from the start, Melting rainbows drip from your eyes, with every tear a unicorn dies, And I shall hold that curse of yours, and that’s the toast I shall propose, Forever happy  and endless laughter, and that is all that I am after In all the lines and all the faces, all those drinks and all those places,

Dear Love The Poem.. Dear Love Dear Love, also known as spindly, pernickety oaf-hands-and-face; You are largely and on the whole fantastic. Your ribcage is, on occasion, concave and semi-detached with bird nesting in it caress. L too am the roof. Your limbs are too long for skin to hide. Decidedly withering. I struggle to exceed you. If your teeth were to snap off and snap the entire realm I am sure you will remain stuck in the lining of my pillowcase as L think you up in my solemn bed You are structurally sound in the presence of imminent collapse...!!!

A Love Letter Poem. I think of you when moments begin to fill with silence. The sunset catches my eye, and I am brought back to your smile, Sweet. Twilight. The first time we kissed. When my footsteps begin to feel monotonous, The beat reverberates through my body. You are here in front of me, in my mind, behind my eyes. Your open palms wildly beat your chest in a rhythm, The musician in you was never quiet. Even as your fingers sat still, I could see them eager and waiting, Melodies causing them to pulsate in impatience. These small things I noticed, and have since tucked them away in the pocket of my memory, Saving them for another day. There are times, I admit it, that I still cry for you. For the love that was lost, And the love that you found.  It is in these moments that I let go of the pain that still lingers, And the regrets of what could have been. In these moments, I allow myself To just love you, once more.  An indulgence that I do not all...