

In the nightThe night wraps herself around us. She envelopes us in a wonderful shade, Covering up all of our tracks. We walk blindly into the arms of the night, And so we find only each other.In the night
Some things will never change, And some things will never be the same twice. But we still are lead blindly by the night, The moon is our patron protector, She watches down on our hearts as we try to sort each other out.
Even when the morning is coming,
We don’t want to retreat, We don’t wanna be the ones who give up on the night. We seem to want to carry on in the night ete


Lonely StoopI sat there on my stoop, all alone, I was waiting, watching, keeping a look out for you.Lonely Stoop
Cars pass under the lack of street lights, glimmering colors darkly. The cars shimmer just long enough, just ever so briefly, so you only catch a glimpse of color or shape.
All the streets, paved in black, never seemed so dark, as they did while I waited for you to come back.


road tripRiding in my beat up car, fighting to stay on the road, just making my way on down, highway 91 tonight.road trip
Same ol' song plays on my fried out radio, just going on steam, wondering how much further to go.
Driving in the rain, pushing out the pain. Taking another night, just to feel free again.
Riding concrete rails, hoping the brakes don't fail. Can the lines blur? Just a little more?


First Date FiresYou laid in my bed, took off your mind, and let it fall to the way side. Fire burned in your shyness. So, Please forgive me if I caught fire.First Date Fires
A touch, a soft embrace; your heart melted into my hands. I only meant to give you a thrill, but instead it gave you a chill, So, you hid in my blankets instead.
Soft, burning lips, kisses deep and passionate, set your skin ablaze. My hands egar, soothed out your rough spots.
Nothing to loose, you said, with your eyes, "hold me", and all I could say, with my arms, was, "


My WolfieMy dear sweet little wolfie, for far too long you were bound, belittled, and beaten, caged and controlled against your will.My Wolfie
You were treated as a childish, worthless nothing. You were walked on, used, and abused.
All until the day the mists lowered and surrounded you. Your soul was cleansed and lifted. You found your place for the first time.
My wolfie finally found his rain. Along side me you blossom. Slowly becoming free from the undesired restraints.
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