Grief

To My Dead Lover, I’m not even sure if I should be writing this, we never did get a chance to truly love each other. But surely I get to love you, pieces of you, more and more through the stories Eleanor and Alicia tell, and even then, I feel farther away from you than…

Like A Bird

You may knock me down with words bitter, cold lies  You may shatter my world like glass  But still, like a bird, I’ll rise Does my brevity surprise you? Why are your eyes cast down?  Is it because I captivate the thousands  With the light off a British pound? Just like the wind and the…