I have a love hate relationship.
With old brick churches.
I love their architecture.
But I hate what they stand for.
Continue reading “Sacrament “
I don’t want to love you.
Not anymore.
No matter how hard I try.
My heart won’t let me stop.
Continue reading “Allure”
Dance.
Just dance.
Dance like you were made to.
Dance until the morning comes.
Continue reading “Dance”
This is the real you.
This is who you are.
Beneath the layers.
Of what you show.
Continue reading “Bare”
