My passion is to write poems and indulge in the treats that philosophy and psychology provide.
The night has now set sail ago; And the waters bend and creep, The night has now set sail ago; And the waters bend and creep,
The mirror refracts with a pellucid glaze As an upturned parasol of my unkempt emotions; The mirror refracts with a pellucid glaze As an upturned parasol of my unkemp...
We cuddled with our fingers thin, The warm breath of yours on my chin, We cuddled with our fingers thin, The warm breath of yours on my chin,
The wooden floors have begun to creak, The wooden floors have begun to creak,
Sunshine upon my tongue, my eyes, my ears, and nose. Sunshine upon my tongue, my eyes, my ears, and nose.
To reawaken within the one I call - hearth. To reawaken within the one I call - hearth.
You vanish into the darkness without kissing goodbye. You vanish into the darkness without kissing goodbye.
Waiting to be collected by a child’s loving hands. Waiting to be collected by a child’s loving hands.
Gradient, soft and delicate A momentary dream in tune. Gradient, soft and delicate A momentary dream in tune.
I promise not to let it go to waste. I promise not to let it go to waste.