Honey, why would you want me
When you could choose anyone but me?
Listening the same three chords over and over,
Feels comfortable and safe.
Because certainty can't possibly hurt you,
Unless your luck is as amiss as mine.
YOU ARE READING
Unfinished Paintings
PoetryA collection of my prose, poetry and epiphanies over the past couple of years. I've always loved writing and composing, but I'd never assumed anything I wrote was worth being read by anyone but myself. Writing has always been a way for my mind to co...
