You light me up, and I am glowing.
The color of my soul is showing.
–S
Soul Lights.
Tag: poem
Maple + Butter.
As the light paints the sky with color,
I know now, that I can never love another.
Not like I loved you,
the winter to my summer,
the guitarist to my drummer,
maple and butter,
sweet lover.
–S.
Swimming to the Surface.
Yearning for someone to hold me,
feeling underwater,
drowning in the lonely.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 