I call him sweetie
Lips like honey buns sweet tea
With biscuits and brie
poem
Hooker
She was a hooker
Looking for an easy meal
My heart was ready
Ball and Chain
How can you move on
When you are still connected
To a ball and chain
Into the Wild
Love is a place where
I roar out loud and gallop
Free into the wild
Ludicrous
I once fell in love
With a boy that made me make
Ludicrous mistakes
Looking Back
I turned back to you
Just to see if you were still
There looking back too
Story
I’ve learned not to wish
For things that are not meant to
Be in my story
Captured
I’m caught in your gaze
My heart drumming out my chest
I’m captured by you
Faux Ideas
I woke up next to
A faux idea of what love
Is supposed to be
Bees to roses
Once I stopped looking
It gravitated to me
Like bees to roses
Love Notes and Dirty Dishes 