Tears and passing days
A dream of your fading face
Underneath the clouds…
Month: May 2018
Our Breaths
Time goes by slowly
When we turn the music off
And it’s just our breaths
Martyr
You’re called a martyr
Yet you don’t know suffering
Love or religion
A Place
I’d rather not wait
Whisk me away to a place
Where we can call home
Jump
If you asked me if
I’d move with hesitation
But I’d jump for you
Love Notes and Dirty Dishes 