written in journalsdocumented in photosmemories of us smiling – in love – or fiery rage consuminga thoughtful sadness a thousand words toldof stories now forgottenbonds you and i share tears shed together,ice cream behind our red lipsthe taste of summer to the hot cocoaand chocolate chip cookiesby a roaring fire memories now keptcollected and toContinue reading “memories”


pounding through our veinsas our feet tap and heads boband our arms swirl in the airour bodies twisting and turningto the music gracing the airgiving us a rush of endorphinswith matching smiles tuggingat our chapped lipsas we dance and danceas the night grows olderand the music grows younger.

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