Sometimes it doesn’t seem worth it. You can say it’s energy, you can say it’s smarts. Sometimes I can’t decide what the best move to make is. Sometimes, it’s money. Sometimes it’s heart. Sometimes I confuse what I want with what I feel. Then someone gets hurt. Someone always gets hurt. Does someone always wind up Continue reading Fair, or Have You Gone?
Under the fallen branches of your home;
Across the dusty mantle I let sit,
A homemade jewel, was giv’n me by my aunt,
To hand it sweet to you for wedding with.
Though next to said ‘fall Continue reading Under the fallen branches