Poetry

One Time, We Were Walking the Boulevard

You jaywalked and I used the crosswalk.

He is dull, faded but not forgotten

Love is such a beautiful thing.

You said it would all be alright

You fractured my rose-colored lenses

In the end, both ash and snow have their burdens.

It lets everyone know when the season is lush again

One could only hope to take their preconceived canvas and transfer it over to a glass.

Since I was six, I hated white roses.

Tulips are toxic, though rarely life-threatening.