the scribe

I wouldn’t call it a bribe
rather an incentivized persuasion

the chapters he’s writing
are getting old
I gave him an idea
to keep the story fresh

(I handed him
my version
of happily ever after)

that some pretty things
were tucked between pages
of my manuscript
is beside the point


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the choice is ours

or free will

are we waiting
for the other shoe to drop
no matter how long it takes
(maybe never)

are we making things happen
because time does not wait
and tomorrow may not come–
or it’ll be too late


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The universe knows of this love, but only the moon has seen your name carved on the walls of my heart.

The stars at night serve as nothing but lanterns to help the clouds slowly read the fine print sprayed across the skies, a vow to make our galaxies collide.

One line screams that you were born to be mine, and so my soul will find yours, no matter where you are.


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