A collection for the collectors

I ve written pages and pages
But these words and letters
Cannot explain
The volumes I ve gathered
A collection for the collectors
Our storybook encounters
A novel too good to put down
But as circumstances has it
We'll have to fold a corner
At the end of the chapter
Or place a bookmark
And hide it in a safe place
Maybe in the next year
We'll find it our backpacks
And we'll be able to pick up
Right where we left off

playground love

a token of love

interrupted by another

jealousies and rivalries

heartbreaks and much too much drama

boys and their guns

sharing is caring

my pile just happens to be the one with no marshmallows
lana is the sweetest

watch dogs

tangled in the sand

Under the mango tree
we ll sleep past noon
you ll show me the stars and
i ll pretend to see each constellation
we ll draw imaginary lines
lines to connect each dot
we ll find all the zodiac signs
as long as i can wake to the sound of your breath
tangled in the sand beside you
i want to fall asleep counting each freckle on your face
but until then i have only the sound of your distant voice

the color of sanguine