Truths stolen from the old.

In a way that is meant.

We deserve more than what is offered.

Where the monsters stir regularly.

“I’ve seen jasmine grow by the ocean” you breathed.

The bubbles trickling would float endlessly.

Felt your roots digging deeper into me.

Porches swing in our watered gaze.

A version of life for me, another version for yourself.

His eyes drifted towards the window; observing the chaos unfolding beyond.

I’ll lounge upon them, my throne of misplaced efforts.

The spirits interwoven.

Your milk chocolate eyes were my dessert.

You danced with me on these rings.

Your butterflies danced in my chest.

The wise man, or the fool, who would you prefer tonight?

The fires raged from building to building, some giving way over time, and littering the roads with debris.

Perhaps there’s something unbalanced within me.

I’m just left to ponder this feeling.

She smelled of nature.