Andrew Crawford Poems

Heart beat, bruised
bittersweetened, bent;
passion's capillary action
relaxes then contracts again-
...

Heart ache,
invitation to communication
breakdown I take,
stakes it's claim in
...

A new day breaks,
same ageless sun comes dawning;
its tender touch enough to stir landscapes lush and sprawling.
The morning's warmth breathes life,
...

Oh my little star,
it wasn't meant
to be so hard;
arduous and harsh,
...