Your Story’s Not Done

Memories are alive They breathe and age With us, like us They’re never the same They shrink and expand With each breath in our lungs They return us to places Where they once had begun They remind us how far We all have come Before whispering, “Your story’s not done.”

Be Mine

Out of all the disposable Paper cards Melted chocolate hearts And fallen flower petals I hope you find The warm hands Kind eyes And soft lips That shout Without saying a word, “Be mine, Because forever, I’m yours.”