Diamond Lies

If diamonds form under pressure, then I am not a diamond.

Or maybe I am.

Youthful and Full of Ambitions

We are the poetry of the streets,

youthful and full of ambitions.

Cacophony rising as voices mingle

at night when we wander together.

There are no quiet hours.

Aqua

the ocean a stand in for a thousand things I want to say to you

the sea a million twinkling metaphors

There Are Days

A Free Verse Poem

An adoring look, a squeeze, a gentle reminder.

Wholesome moments and not so wholesome words.

If I Were

A Free Verse Poem

If I were

the wind whipping through your hair

on late night drives with the windows down

after the rain just stopped,

leaving the road shiny and slick with wetness

and the smell of damp asphalt still permeating the air,

would you then believe

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