Because Everyone Needs a Little Poetry in Their Life
I used to enjoy writing poetry but I haven't written anything in a long time. For some reason recently I was inspired to jot this one down...
it's the way you look at me to me even in my most imperfect moments every memory is beautiful those fleeting seconds murmur by too quickly in the spaces between breaths and i wonder if the way you look at me to me will ever change how could it?
Here is a very old poem I wrote but it is one of my favorites.
there are nights when shards of light piercing tightly closed blinds filter through heavy eyelids birthing ruby fireflies of moonlight that dance in between heavy sighs to the rhythm of summer air cooling tender flesh that fluctuates between hot cold and hot breath against my cheek the quiet before the storm