If words were beatsyour fingers plucked a proseand strummed the linesreliquary in formyour poetry washes me anewPromises of tomorrowthe serenity of to..
There is a valley that lies between us nowin the bed where we sleepvast and barrentrenches of pillowsdefine a battlefield of sheets.Fingers like stray..
Grow old with meand one daywhile we rock on our porchwe will expoundabout the glory days of love.You will reminisce onmy dark hair and frecklesI will ..
In a worldwhere pain is beautyand suffering is fashionyou make sweatpants look sexy.I crave yourmessy hair and unabridged authenticityholding out your..