valentine
Seven men stand
Outside the florist
Waiting to surprise
The person on their mind
Six bouquets brighten
The grey tube carriage
Love littering eye lines
Flowers bringing life
Tell your people
You love them
On the one day you
Don’t have to be shy
I took my own
Fearless, careless advice
And now I am impatiently waiting
For the reply
Oh, I’m a sucker for love - you should know that about me. I was on the bus, driving through Shoreditch and past a florist. The view of men lining up waiting to pick up their bouquets painted me in romance and I thought about who might be on the receiving end of their love. I looked at my phone and thought, “Do I, don’t I,” and battled with messaging a crush something, anything, nothing.seeing is believing
You had a vision
life before your eyes
of you and him
As I sat across the table
looked into your eyes
I saw it too
Together we walked
both before my eyes
vision come to life
To my friend - what a privilege it is to witness decision, action and love. You are so brave, and I am so proud.summer’s day
he clouded my vision
in the best way
painted it with rose-tinted wisps
as clear as day
against the bluest of skies
I began my foray
into the hardest love
and a dream that would betray
For all the ones who loved but never thought they would also lose. A tribute to wearing rose-tinted glasses, love-drunk in the honeymoon stage, falling head-first into what you thought would be a sandy-soft ever-after. Assured that rose-tinted was crystal-clear. But instead, you wander through a rocky beach, before landing face-flat into a hard end.