Every memory of your first love is like that of old wine, With time they only get valued more, and you wouldn't mind paying a good price to have a sip. I met some old friends last summer and he happened to be there and just like an old bottle of wine, I could see... Continue Reading →
I needed a saving grace after a torturous day. An asylum from the shrill bells ringing in my head. I stepped out of my car and shut the door. bells... Then I locked the car and began walking towards the elevator. bells... It felt like a pendulum banging against the walls of my skull Voices,... Continue Reading →
The color she will never grow too old for.
From her first doll’s dress to the lipstick shade that stained virgin lips red.
on tougher days,
Made her shine out from the blacks, browns and grays.
A saving grace,
From world that tried to tame her.
The color of her eyes when adversity almost claimed her
The aura of scars,
The color of unhealed bruises and burning stars
Different shades of open flesh,
New blood stains on an old summer dress
on better days,
The natural blush he leaves on her cheeks,
Cherry blossoms in sweet summer breeze
But most of all,
Pink was the color of her soul in this forsaken monochrome world
Against the rumors, plots and lies that get sold
among drowning clouds at dusk with a tint of gold
It was the love in her heart that always brought her home