Poetry

Lackadaisical

Where does that feeling go When the last of us are gone The last of us who know A storm is a torn sky In which all that is cleansed Is all that must die A death is a raw wound To both born and reborn Deceived in their doom It’s harder to pretend It’s… Continue reading Lackadaisical

Poetry

Missing

As days go by with no reply my heart is leaning toward wither and die. Fantasies of you are all that exist, welcoming your return with a neverending kiss. I can’t look at anyone without thinking of you or picturing you, my light, my star, my guide. No one can replace you no one dare… Continue reading Missing