Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.
Someday we will dare to trade good for true
I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.
My heart is still a leather jacket I am waiting to give to someone sweet.
I am wrong more often than i am writing and even then i am often wrong
Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I'm here.