Breathless, I watch as frost grows over the windows, the cold air allows […]
To say that this was how it was meant to be would be […]
As changing leaves in November, as secrets I carry with me into sleep, […]
When the night comes, they gather and speak as one longing to touch […]
It’s a wonderful thought to be had probably because I said something infantile, […]
Dark as the night, as clouds that form around what begs to be […]