Last November

I wonder if this is how our love was meant to last Something like a burn or a crash And it breaks my heart to see the mess we made inside one another I can hardly look back I guess I was never strong enough to hold this place up on my own And you … Continue reading Last November



These words Have always sounded better in your voice Capturing them up like hostages a trillion times Just to awe in their fluency. It’s like laying in the sun Soaking up the vibrations that you speak to me. whispers melt down me Like hot honey, Crossing every finger that they come more frequently.