Category: Earlier Poems

I am the silence that follows after the storm weaving a thread of […]
I held myself together, in the rain washed glimpse of spring with woe […]
for starting a conversation, I feel it coursing through, the rush of sugar […]
You know how there’s that one song that gets stuck in your head […]
She creeps quietly into early hours of the morning, inundating gentle feelings and thoughts […]
I haven’t the heart to disregard not when you’re smiling at me from […]