Searching for the eyes of my lover… I look into yours Running my hand along the length o… My fingers crave knowledge of your… Inhaling the scent of my lover
Tossing hair over my shoulder I straddle my broom And ride, dress aside 'Cross the City of My Liberation I sweep between the gothic spires
I am a super ball With a wild passion towards an und… target Bouncing off the limits of your... Emotional capacity
While sitting alone in a restauran… Arrived at my table Swirled perfectly in it’s dish, I… And it’s rich chocolate filled my… I picked up my spoon and found tha…
Around your neck Catching the sunshine Reflecting the moonlight Dangles Hannah’s missing key You
When I close my eyes, I see a ch… My mind wanders to an unchartered… My body comes to life beneath an… Speaks affection to a different ma… Could my slavery to unrequited l…
After a moment of awkwardness, I remove my owlish “sheydel” And for the first time, we look in… Unmasked emeralds Catching the light of dark black o…
When I’m at home in my bed alone And I cannot sleep I imagine, I am next to you And it brings me peace
I am an emotional prisoner Searching for a key Though on occasion, I gaze upon t… Inevitably, I find myself back In my cell
On a warm spring day Energized by a new job Tired from balancing motherhood an… I stepped in shit At first, I let it linger
When I was away, my mind shielded… Early on, the risk of uncertainty… But now, I see before me your fac… I hear your laughter in my ears When I tell you something, in my…
I am young, but not naive honest, but not innocent optimistic, but no fool I am intimate with unhappiness Run over by love on a way street
Are we, as humans, qualified to vo… Are we, as humans, required to vow… Yet what would life become without… Vows are our anchors in a sea of l… Our borders defining haziness in o…
One fate tempted day, two sculptor… On an unmarked path Tools in hand, spirits high What begins as a formless feeling, Starts to take shape
I send my love into an abyss Unsure of where it will land Will it be a whisper in my lover’s… An arrow opening an unsure heart? Or a speck of dust clinging to the…