Poetry · Writing

den of 2013

the scoreboard is still up broken down over the years it has been awhile you've been hiding i know you're still kicking i can see the fog like breath from your den i can smell it; old stained blood eyes you must be waiting for my back to turn but i am done with you… Continue reading den of 2013

Poetry · Writing

back to basic

we will just love to love enjoy every minute of it no regrets just memories forget the rejection the anger the hate, the red door marked do not enter but is always open- let's lock it together wear the key around your neck hitch the fear stone across a pond watch every ring break away… Continue reading back to basic