But the thing that she loved most of all that put her soul at ease, was the fragrant scent of lavender, floating through the breeze.

I painted my nails a shade of FebruaryIn the middle of the summer,I wore Friday evening on my lipsOn a Sunday afternoon. It took three hundred and twenty-three daysAnd I was back there in the end,To dance in nothing at allUnder the bright light of the moon.

Turn the darkness ultraviolet, if only for a second, Pierce the sky with your bolts of blue, their sharp and lethal light. Open up the heavens and let it rain, flood the streets with tears, Scream for me loud and clear, break the silence of the night.

Don't forget to stop and think...

Venus and Mercury's romantic moment in the sky...

A farewell to spring and a greeting to summer.

I fear there's no escape, from an inconsequential fate,From the tears held back, from the hands that suffocate.I'm frustrated, that year after year,Has led me nowhere,And my dreams are left somewhere that I can't remember.I wait. I wait,And I see no change,Any view of a future, so far out of range,I'm irate,When you dictate,Each and…

Continue reading ➞ Something.

You broke my heart,Now it's in your hands to put it back together,We can try to start,Again.I don't want to fall apart,Before this even begins and then I'm left, Alone in the dark,Again.

Here's some strange little limericks . . . because today sucked. One of our paths is time and it winds as far as the eye can see,With no end in sight, but we walk forward steadily,We know that one day,The path will fade away,But our journey will continue, in a loved ones memory. We get…

Continue reading ➞ Walking Through Life

I want to . . . Lie under the stars with you and get lost in the night sky, Make music together, creating one song with our unique sounds, Read to you - experience the same story with our own imaginations, Walk up mountains hand in hand, whilst leaving individual footprints in the ground.