every time you run a fingertip

through my soul

you feel like love

and.you.are

you’re the warm waves that I sink into amidst the storm

Write what you know.

Know what you write.

Write what you love.

Love what you write.

Either way, Just write.

you’re mine Fall’s time girl

and you're engrained perfectly

into my bloodstream

.

The wheel grinds

my will

to dust

the whet

of ego

as stardust

of past