Status: Complicated

We've gone through so many phrases... Of caring Then not caring Then caring again Are we even lovers? Can we ever be friends? But for some reason We think of each other often So I guess that makes us complicated You want things simple But I leave you frustrated And although we both hate it … Continue reading Status: Complicated

In Memory

  This poem is dedicated to my Grandmother. In Memory Your eyes were soaked in the honey of hope Faint crows feet stood watch nearby No matter the time of day You would always laugh, smile And indulge in the happiness of life   I can still recall The gray, thick curls falling loose To … Continue reading In Memory