There is no map to follow,no tire tracks or trails in the dirt,but you always find your way back,at the snap of my sorrowful fingers,hurrying out of the hollow silence into a symphony of sentimental memories. Mad in the mist, you meander,my scent still lingers in the air,and you are a happy hound dog,making your…

You still bore me to beautiful, brazen tears,brown eyes brimming with books that I’ll write,all about the secrets we slept next to,eyelids and final words, heavy, still weighing on hearts and minds, years later. You are boring,but it isn’t your fault.I can see you,trying to control the cosmos as you speak,panicked, purple veins on your…

Late nights,languishing and losing at the endless game we play,always your girl,always in the dark about what you think about when our lips lose control,and love is let down,one more time, for the fans. Just one more passionate poem about you,until the next time I get nostalgic,one more taste of frantic, fruit salad flavoured forgiveness,before…

She spotted me on cloud nine,singing jazz to the soft, spring rain,and snatched me up right away. Everybody belongs to somebody,but I was still waiting to be found when she came upon me,and in an instant,it felt so right to fall into her arms,so right to fall at her mercy,to falter at the first hurdle…