Too good to be true
Too true to be good
That second one requiers an unfortunate life to be understood

Say what you mean
Mean what you say
I don't see the difference between these statements to this day

Love and loss
Never loved at all
One being better than the other is not anyone's place to call

Keep your chin up
With a glass jaw
Even advice with the best intentions can leave you broken and raw

©2025

She’s Winter's diamond,
A snow-caged soul,
Like January’s snowdrop,
Comes weeping low
Her tears of frost
Ignite the road
A saintly ghost
With a touch so cold
A frostbitten angel,
Numb of pain
A bloodless canvas,
Forged in vain
Yet—
As simple as water,
Guised in eminence
Beneath the gale,
A child's innocence
Ignite the ground,
She will fade
Into oceans of ice,
Once a frozen jade
Gaze upon,
You will see
A reflection of her,
A tragedy.