There’s a new one,
and this one glows.
I miss her dearly,
but yet,
I hardly know her;
all I know,
is she is beautiful,
and she glows.
It’s her smile,
her hair,
her eyes,
and her soul,
they all glow.
And like the firefly
far from home,
I am longing for that glow.
I see it in the distance,
that beautiful soul.
There’s something about it,
that feels like home.
I usually prefer to be alone,
but this energy,
this glow,
it calls to me,
and now,
alone feels like alone.
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
