Crafting Words & Dilapidated Feelings

Crafting words & dilapidated feelings
Withdrawing the essence of existence
Distilling the meaning of love’s texture
To stir my soul to our mutual subsistence

Feeling Life Through The Paper

Feeling life through the paper
The keys leaving marks with texture
Don’t wander too long
We don’t want to leave life to their conjecture

Textured Mornings

Textured mornings
Sitting around waiting on the French press
Remnants of dreams & pleas
Filtered through a truncated dress
Beneath lies details
Of scattered lace & bows
But in the end, emotion far outweighs my prose