I unconsciously fiddled with the loose string on my jacket. I had never noticed it until that moment. It was a small thread; barely noticeable from i..
You taste like a morning routine of Coffee and cigarettes.A bitter addiction that makes seconds Seem like eternity.I watch you lie there, eyes closed ..
1. I picture us Frolicking In a field of satin Bed sheets.A twisting of limbs That even a Tree could be Envious of. The flowersWilt in shame of Our i..
You are a childhood memory ofHoneysuckle and oranges that IHad long since forgotten until I saw your reflection in my mind.A warm nostalgia swirls thr..