Treat my heart like a wishbone ( Read more... )

He traveled the world ( Read more... )

And if she sat across me ( Read more... )

You're a stone when it's skipping,
baby it's me when it sinks.
But I belong down at the bottom,
so don't you worry about a thing.

My whole life's at the window ( Read more... )

let december ask you:
do you still have control?

the seasons have put away your flip-flops
& ordered you to put on a scarf.
do you remember being barefoot
or is that tucked away in some summer scrapbook?

as we shift to warmer clothes
& indoor weather, our desires adjust,
but i can't help but think how
my kite would hold up against these winter

My heart is road-tripping halfway across Ohio and back ( Read more... )

The piano sinks its keys slowly ( Read more... )

if Death shall come ( Read more... )

you are a mental photograph:
a head nestled on my shoulder,
eyes-closed kisses on freckles,
and i-don't-want-to-get-out-of-bed
because today, you're the sunshine, girl.