Dear Christia

Dear Christia   A lot can be said By saying very little However sometimes saying little Might be just that     A simple smile A gentle bite Just being close Holding tight     You are my eyes treat After living the streets But our first kiss Made my dead heart beat     … Continue reading Dear Christia

The leaf of uncertainty

The morning sun rises Yet they all slumber The morning sun grows hot Yet he is awake for sleep he could not     Thoughts dance in his mind He contemplates He debates “Am I alone?” He shouts   “Can no one hear me!” he bellows. Can no one see me? he ponders. Why am … Continue reading The leaf of uncertainty