Poems from Confessions_of_aggression

Inside jokes we had, Spooky basement body, Now all jokes on me. 
Fresh air, bringing the awareness of a new day,Dim room, one lamp, a mild frown,Much lighter after the write,A white Christmas day...
I would look into eyesRather replaying, I dive.Holding on longer.
Kiss of my hand, leads.Twilight eyes and curls, pull close.Stories unfold, he is safe.
Seeds lay on pathways.No such beauty than right here now.Light this season up golden.