A Knock at Your Door

Horses gallop on my heart

As I walk my way to your door

Nerves tingle in my fingers

Making things I touch singe more

I’m a walking fire lit

Catastrophe on the way

It isn’t until I see your face

That my monsters hide at bay

Take me in your arms

Comfort, to bring my fire down

Shove away the real me

To somewhere she can’t be found

Don’t Fret

Don’t fret

the rivulet

of not so kind words.

Do forget

the onset

of all needed unheard.

Don’t cry,

let tears run dry,

so you can finally let be.

Do try

to live not die,

so you can finally be free.

Show Me In Words

Meeting you in the bookstore

I want to know what’s in your mind

All the places you’ve been

All the worlds loved combined

Show me in words

In conversations so deep

Sitting, opening the pages

We can be entwined underneath