Torn Between The Two

  When I look in to one eyes, as cliche as it might sound. The room slows down. My energy flows in a frequency only perceived by he. I see each red strain in his chestnut colored eyes. Showcasing the long sleepless nights. He’s funny, light hearted and wild. Gentle spirit, sweet scent, with a […]

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Poetry Sessions: Visitation Hours

I walked in to the dimly lit room where I lie. Soft meditative violins playing faintly in the background. I heard creaks from the floor boards echo under my feet in our old apartment home. I walk up to the small toddler bed. There I lie, an innocent child. I whisper softly to me. Hoping […]

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