🪷 A nerd of many varieties
with troubled eyes,
no place for your pain to hide.
Gripped by melancholy,
I understand it
in #parallels,
a mirror of my own.
Would a shoulder
lessen the burden?
Or the ache remain
unchanged?
A burden shared
is a burden still.
I fear
there is little I can do.
#vss365
with troubled eyes,
no place for your pain to hide.
Gripped by melancholy,
I understand it
in #parallels,
a mirror of my own.
Would a shoulder
lessen the burden?
Or the ache remain
unchanged?
A burden shared
is a burden still.
I fear
there is little I can do.
#vss365
in possessing a blade.
Imagining,
that perhaps the next time,
unlike so many before,
could harbor
some finality.
in possessing a blade.
Imagining,
that perhaps the next time,
unlike so many before,
could harbor
some finality.
the fifth tea pot of the day
pours generously into my cup.
My grandmother adds a splash of milk,
my tastes shaped by hers,
the perfect brew swirls before me.
A dream held in bone china,
a warm memory
of unconditional love,
and the one place
I ever truly felt safe.
the fifth tea pot of the day
pours generously into my cup.
My grandmother adds a splash of milk,
my tastes shaped by hers,
the perfect brew swirls before me.
A dream held in bone china,
a warm memory
of unconditional love,
and the one place
I ever truly felt safe.
the too fast traffic
outside your home,
the Wilkinson sword
tucked in the back of the cabinet?
Funny little things.
Funny little feelings.
I wonder
why are they on my mind,
Again?
the too fast traffic
outside your home,
the Wilkinson sword
tucked in the back of the cabinet?
Funny little things.
Funny little feelings.
I wonder
why are they on my mind,
Again?
the melody of laughter so pure and sweet,
little hands, little legs, curious and adventurous,
I adore you,
I hope for you,
I see you in the future that fills my daytime dreaming.
the melody of laughter so pure and sweet,
little hands, little legs, curious and adventurous,
I adore you,
I hope for you,
I see you in the future that fills my daytime dreaming.