writing

deny

I was your eraser. I helped you forget. You were to be my chaser, Not my first regret.   I tried to be your light. I tried to be enough. You played me like a fiddle, Who’s never played with love.   I was captivated by your spark. I was the moth to flame. Who… Continue reading deny

writing

come back to me

Strolling down 37th and first, Hand in hand, yours were coarse. For once, floating I was on a cloud, Until it’s rain left me to drown.   I didn’t know the boat would tip, I didn’t think the wind would quip. In the start, the world was our stage, Oh, how quickly the tides do… Continue reading come back to me