Shaken

She sees me Like she sees right through me She crosses the room With a glass in her hand She touches me Like a surge that rushes through me My ground falters What is this mystery I never came to look for you I never wanted to shake my insecurities I didn’t come to look…

Yearning The Years

Winds blow with the January snow Barenaked trees shouts of my empty soul The flakes, they fall with beauty and grace Yet my eyes they fall into a constant daze Brave the weathers, walk the streets so cold Lovers in hands, my spirits are low Treasured is that day that second month holds For one…