Deck

Do I make you nervous?Does your heart race,Timid and fragile like a babies first steps.Fumbling over your feet,Body language exemplifies heat. This room is getting small,Someone open up a window or two.The look given as your eyes fixate in a trance; makes me feel like prey caught in a trap. Lost in a lustful lions…

Dessert Owl

I don’t know what to say. I don’t know where to start. Are there truly words that exist to mend a broken heart? Or shall we keep telling one another lies, Afraid of the truth. Feeling like a Leprechaun, Searching for who has stolen my pot of gold. Will we keep tumbling down this rabbit…