I’ve always been infectious Like mold spreading it’s roots Ruining. I thought that was all I could be But you whispered to me the way A smile could be infectious A single thought inspired me You tiled my whole perspective And I rebuilt hoping for the same care I saw In your eyes, to be…
Tag: Author: James Flaming
Texting Age
After school one day there are confessions to be made over text. But it's never easy, no matter how much help technology can give.
Mornings
Something about mornings hardly exist Slipping through are sleepy smiles soundless sighs, drifting in and out of sleep Meeting each other’s hazy eyes There was nothing to pierce serenity only the reserved smell of fresh linen and sunlight landing on warm hands; a sight winking in and out of consciousness I could not say if…
I Wish I Could Tell You
A poem about love, the things we want to say, and finding the courage to say them.
