You texted You were online Me wondering Would you ever Reply to me You meant a lot to me Never met in real life Just felt the connection Me wondering Was that true or hallucinations You were the moon in my sky But I was a little star in yours

Barefoot on rocks 🪨, being confident to keep your spot Healing under your rock Surround it with debris to protect your lot For no one understands your reasoning They didn’t walk your path of you facing trauma everytime times passed Finding joy in your place, only want love surrounding your face..

The air sails through me as if water, and here in green-wounded blue skies I lie whole.

This is mine

I wish for you to read me, as you once did. back in the days were our poetic words created wine that we both would get drunk from. I wish for your eyes to gaze upon each page I dedicated to you and feel something anything other then my heart to collect dust.

This one! I am re-editing my second poetry book and this one came up recently.

Roses are red Violins are blue I think I drunk Badgers

Here’s mine :) it’s a little dark but a lot of my stuff is 😅

I usually write when I feel frustrated n anxious, I apologize 😅

The soul is sole, a piece incomplete, alone it weeps it wants a thing from one, that isn't meant for him to keep. It craves a shoulder to lean, yearn to cry, to wail aloud to let heart release, but the tears I long to shed have no place to kneel, with the one I crave to share it all is just out of the reach, but even so the dream lives on, inside me, and the heart still treasures the love alone to keep.