sometimes it is easier to allow the tears to fall, warmly sit, and watch the sun set. praying quietly for love to come and conquer all, lover, are you listening yet?
I kept forcing nature; give me what I want like a bully, I pushed forced my way in. Now I live, in a cyclone of decisions a Ms. is required to make but without leadership, I’ll be doomed anyway.
a dove who coos without being asked, annoys me this continuous reverberation creates a rhythm and my eyes roll. the joy with which he calls slaps me across the face, he stops as if he knows and I laugh, recross my legs and continue to rock this chair.