Poems of love

I almost got pushed, your hand was there to catch me, and I learned what gravity feels like when something chooses to hold you

If fireworks spark too bright Look at the burning flickers of starlight maroon magenta margarita flower beds Commands the over grown weed The dawn sits upon goosebumps Of the morning mist As the fingertips of a violinist Sway the bow Over the strings of notes.. ...Read more →