Lavender Sighs in Concrete Canyons
I’ve always felt like a misplaced poem in a city that
Cat-like Muse
The Azure Hum of My Heartbeat
I’ve always been too cold for this city. People call me
The Blue Current of Us
I’ve always been a bit of an architectural ghost in this
Woolen Whispers in an Iron City
I used to be a creature of glass and steel, my heart
Peach Fizz & Barefoot Dreams
The city is a giant, humming machine that forgets to breathe. But
The Scent of Damp Cotton and Quiet Promises
The city is a loud, hungry beast that never sleeps, but here
Emerald Whispers in a Glass City
I am wearing green today—the color of hope, or perhaps just
The Asphalt Lullaby of Two Left Feet
I carry my board like a sacred scroll, though I’m mostly
The Geometry of Your Scent on My Shoulder
I’ve always been good at hiding in plain sight, like a
The Blue Hour Between Us
I’ve always been a creature of twilight, wearing the sky on
The Neon Pulse of Your Heartbeat
I’ve always been a ghost in this city of glass and
The Candlelit Queen of Concrete Tides
I’ve always been a bit too much for the city—too
