The Color of her Eyes

Her voice sweet and warm, Subtle to the core, A word she utters And you want to hear more. Wrinkles on her nose when She smiles, a little crooked Hiding what’s inside A little caring, a little wicked. And her thoughts, My oh my, So dear to me,I smile Trying not to cry. But, hazel,… Continue reading The Color of her Eyes

Mind

Mind is an afternoon, Though not a normal one, An afternoon right before a storm. Everything so colorful, But not too bright. Nature in the perfect light, The perfect form, The perfect contrast; The skies smothered by clouds, Painted with a tint of Red, As if painted by a lover with his own blood, The… Continue reading Mind