chaoticallysmallpoetryFeb 10, 20201 min readGoodnightAs I lay with you, the experience wash over me. I am the sand at high tide, being wrapped in warmth and comfort.I will not suffer tonight, my head is light, as I drift off into sleep one last time. Poems8 views0 comments
As I lay with you, the experience wash over me. I am the sand at high tide, being wrapped in warmth and comfort.I will not suffer tonight, my head is light, as I drift off into sleep one last time.
LabyrinthWhen future knocks on my door, it emphasizing the growth I have taken the staircase that never stop going. Forever growing and in either direction.
Beautiful.the clouds moving across the pale blue sky, dripping rain down on my patio. My cats sleeping next to each other, butt to butt, when about two years ago they couldn't stand each other. They breathe in
Cold RushTime to increase down the aisle. Opening up to something else that I can't see, to feel the assault of love slap me in the face.