poem

Our love is like an old guitar, slowly fading out of tune. Sound echoes through the quite empty room, The…

You are the mild wind, I’m an open window. You are the deep blue sky, I’m the cloud trying to…

Sometimes I can’t write a line or two, Struggle finding the right words to create any flow. Can’t finish a…

I’m not good at leaving, Even while it’s a nightmare for staying. I couldn’t be like swirling wild wind, Disappearing…

I traveled around to see the northern lights, I waited many nights to see how it glows so bright. I…