do you lie awake at night remembering my cheeks awash in frustrated tears at my ridiculous longing for you and me together? your hand impossibly

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
do you lie awake at night remembering my cheeks awash in frustrated tears at my ridiculous longing for you and me together? your hand impossibly
we line up the edges of our frayed hearts thread a sharp needle with silken floss spun from fragile hopes newfound trust dreams private smiles
Shhhhh. . . put your hand on my trembling heart listen into my silence midnight blue velvet reach into my stillness deeper than you have
it is only in sleep that she is fully visible able to be deciphered in her unbuttoned unzipped state his eyes open moon’s captured light
unwrapping you thrill of opening new box of crayons curated my favorite colors you taste Granny Smith Apple Plum Wild Strawberry Jazzberry Jam your vibrancy
Find yourself at home with unexpected time on your hands? It’s a great day to read Heavy Mental, Kindra M. Austin‘s brilliant new poetry book.
i used to worry that others would finally see the truth of me my midnight darkness entwined with silver light reject me as the monster
I am always a sucker for a beautful love song. Today’s comes with a country flavor. “Yours” I was a boat stuck in a bottle
Friends, they had always just been friends. Good friends. Friends who could always make the other laugh. Who it was never too late to call