Yeast for Two
Never made it out of her liquid opal eyes
Tag: love
Tortured Children
where our hearts used to be is gone
Morning Prayer
Time delivers grace in harmony.
Angles and Angels
I was your first when you spit
A Musing
diamonds tell her tale
Dreaming
deep inside a crave built a castle of thin air spun of dreams so sweet
Budapest
waiting for her is something to appreciate.
