Prismatic blue eyes and that
timpani chest sound doldrums
echo a symphony within me
The range of my muse resembles the Rockies
Rugged and cutting, but still
holds me in as much awe
Cheeks that bloom wild roses and a
smile that grows my happiness larger than the belief that I cannot love properly
This lights within me a passion to warm me on my darkest days
Often I deliberate:
is it you or love which remains my muse
I draw back to both
Intensity and beauty springing forth from the same well
His sunshine being the lit match to my tinder and kerosene
I am alight.
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Poetry Journal Uploaded
PoetryThis is a digital copy of my physical poetry and prose journal. While it is meant simply to be a backup, I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading what you find in here! This journal goes back almost two years now so I hope I have improved, and I thin...
