#poetic prose

You have made my heart into a canvas on which every day you paint your love....

 I am at loss as to what to say to convey the entirety of this feeling that lives inside of me. You make my lips burst ...

Everyday life is a challenge. So many things we need to balance, the things we need to do, the things we want to do. So ...

All the warmth seemed to have left his limbs and concentrated in his heart, the blood pooling there, rushing, trying to ...

Sometimes I think poets like me are meant to be alone, to love in the purity of a vacuum, to love illusions and hug ...

Sleep is elusive. Hides in the back of my mind behind the myraid of fears I didn't know I have. I know I should sleep and ...

Despair is a wild thing in my chest that knows no repose. It fills my veins with spectres of hope that vanish and I drown in ...