Never have I ever.

I’ve never seen eyes like yours, They are honey colored and filled with ambitious sight. I’ve never held hands like yours, They are warm and offer remedy to my skin. I’ve never heard a voice like yours, It’s truth and speaks to the soul of all who listen.  I’ve never tasted lips like yours, They …

Best Decision

Tonight we agreed we’d say the end. Goodbye to my muse, the ideas you lent. We were the fairytales I wrote to forget, Yet those thoughts, I cannot let go of yet. Ones of us, laying peaceful in my room, The place that meant our relationship resumes. Here, I sit writing in the spot you’d …

Construction.

I have writers block, It really sucks... Possibly because I think too much; Or maybe just not enough?  Is my brain overloaded or empty?  Anyone have a brain they can lend me? Or an emotion? Poets favorite potion. I’ve been lacking inspiration, a muse. Light in the attic went dark or blew a fuse?  A …

Winter Roads

She stood at a fork in the road Contemplating which path to take, One can lead to paradise, the other a fatal mistake. Decision making didn't come easy to her, But she had to choose one, a dream deferred. The idea of both roads seemed ideal "I can find happiness on any trail" Yet she …

9 years later…

The man in my dream resembles a dove Flys high with white wings, spreading love He appears in human form on this day for comfort He knows his unexpected departure left me hurt  In my dream he appears and wipes my tears He reassures me he's watched me and cheered He's proud of the woman …

Thank You Letter.

Dear You, I hope this letter reaches you while you’re living your life to the fullest. I wish you read this letter and it takes you back five years ago because writing it allowed me to time travel. I traveled back to a place where my life was at its highest point. I thought nothing …

His and Hers…

She sat at the bar waiting for him to walk in. She awaited his entrance with butterflies in her stomach and a smile on her face. She hoped it would be the last dinner as friends. The agony of dating had begun to wear on her, she wanted this to be it. She wanted the …

I choose, Me.

I got in the car and I cried. I finally mustered up the courage to do it. I left him, for good this time. I look at myself in the mirror crying, I wipe my tears and question my emotion. Why am I crying? This is not a decision that I made, it is one …