Miscommunication
There are no other words that want to come forth from the telegraph service wired between my brain’s postal center to my mouth’s last stop General Store. The…
Technicalities From March
Your smile is still just too much for me. I’ve been dodging it for the past few months, ducking around the corner when you’d enter a room, demanding myself to…
Across The Way
I’ve been waiting all this time for you to glance in my direction even after you’ve caught me staring.