Handicap

I’ve noticed these percieved novelties, Infatuated by ancient vanity. Descendant of Eve. A Rarity of sorts. Coerced in the midst of love. Where is my heart? Locked in a chest on rainy days, Noah’s Arc. The sun has risen, your eyes, lips and body-language tell a story. Pillow talk, Words said while laying in parallel…

PURE

People paint a peculiar picture of vanity. Unrelenting ideas of what’s the perfect pretentions. Reflecting on what will be socially accepted. Experiencing self doubt on their own image. P.U.R.E Wake up to a splash of water to your face, Look in the mirror and smile at what reflects back. Never turn and look away in…

Pivot

Pinpoint my every move. Watch as our feelings intervene. Awkward moments turned into incredible memories. Intimacy. Affection. Constant affinity for our recollections. Trapped in a world that wasn’t designed for you and me. Coping with these feelings. Trials and tribulations as we test the boundaries of tantalization. A fire burns, too hot to touch. Like…