Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Waves rock our bed across a never ending sea,
Dresser draws float along the sides, watch our pajamas drifting,
The water is turquoise with a baby blue sky,
No lighthouse to guide us back, islands miles from reach,


Hide under the crimson sheets, it's warm and safe with you,
Close your eyes and don't forget my love for you is true.