Writing

Pity the widow

who sits on the bench

she and her husband

sat on

Pity the widow

who screamed when

she saw her husband

Freedom is a thing

Written into the amendments

Into our hearts

Something we are promised

But promises break

And America's promise

Was never fully whole

It was always broken

Freedom is not

When I write I don't really know what I'm doing or what I'm writing about. I get stuck, I want to write but don't know what to do or I try to write then totally go off topic. 

"What is love?"

To me love is

Trust

Loyalty

Love is your best friend, your family, really it can be anything

It's not perfect but it's not nothing

Love is when someone will stay by you side no matter what.

Oh, look at the leaves. 

Look at how they fly. 

Look at how they circle, 

Freckling the sky. 

Longer than forever

I will love you longer than forever 

The time I've spent alone has convinced me that I am far too old to wait for something more

I've always wanted it