Disenchanted

A textbook taught you young dear friend

Each day would turn to night

That with each darkening window pane

Heavy hearts turn feather light

A moment came and gone too soon

Like more than you could bear

A spirit lingering in a moonlit corner

With a calm impetuous stare

A staggeringly tall moon

Hovering long beside his star

Hopelessly tangled in a heavy light

You wandered just one step too far

The disenchanted idealist

The irony wouldn't let you go

Now the sky makes a mockery of you

And the night owl is laughing low

Weekend love

Los Angeles. What can I say.

Pack it up.

Falling down.

Tea time

The house is cold but it's alright.

Temptation sits beside me.

Resistance argues back.

I can't help but glance over at them gleaming in the moonlight.

Desire is dangerous.

Attraction is obvious.

A violent opposition.

Damn this bowl of peanut butter m&m's...

Quinn Farms

Montreal Street Art

  

Bedside Love.

I won't keep myself around just to keep you warm. 

A Smiths Album

It's somewhere I wish I wouldn't remember tomorrow

If the better half is the journey itself.

I would've never thought to beg or borrow

It's a Smiths album lonely on the shelf.

It's the thunderstorm I told myself to forget

A flowerless field I wouldn't walk.

Like rolling a hill in a white shirt you'll regret

Or a hand stuck in the heart of a clock.

Flower Power.