Juvenile Thoughts

It was one of those nights you'd never remember, A night that was just there. If we hadn't happened that warm, beautiful night, ...

Did it start with the Bogeyman under your bed, waiting to grab your feet? Or was it the eerie feeling of desolation when you lost your mot...

You are more than the glorious curve of your hip or the unevenness of your skin You are more than the little scar on your nape or the bi...

His world was for the sane. A place you go to where you don't smile often, yet don't frown often, too. You have that face that says...

You texted a sweet goodbye as you left for that trip. I felt that pang, that pang of something which you can't really name. We were new...