Again

And so another loss, Another goodbye, Another journal Pouring poems out about How much i miss your eyes. •L•S•

Goodbyes

It was on my flight back From London, that i Had realized we had an Expiration date and that Forever was not In our cards. •LS•

Pause

If i could grasp oxygen, Have it lay in my palm And tear it straight to its core To get a mere peek of What the future has laid Upon its own palms, then Perhaps my anxiety May subdue and succumb To its mortal enemy; Peace. (LS)