Love

The crisp, fresh smell of early summer nights The stars barely twinkling on a drak blue-grey sky The feeling I get when I close my eyes, like I could...

She loved booze, uppers and psychedelics I loved weed, uppers and psychedelics At first shit worked out We’d go dancing in the rain, she’d paint as I...

8 A.M. – 9 A.M. I remind myself not to be thirsty. I’ll never get a girl that way. The educated part of me recognizes the irony in that, and I want...

Patience is her gift to me Like any good gift, I question if it was always mine. But I know it could not be, For I hold no such power within me. It...