everything about you reminds me of
it could be your blue eyes,
or the waves in your hair.
it could be the way you touch me a
or the way your hugs surround me l

you love with such eagerness & loy
you speak with grace and wisdom,
as if this isn’t your first life.
pushing hatred and dishonesty up a
being with you is safety.

On a warm night in July, I was si
Figuring out that the few people
The weather was like how I felt.
Sultry and wild, and I just don’t
With all the pain put on my should