Honest Tea

Of all the colors counting
my favorite one is you. 
I couldn't be more happy
if all the snacks were blue.
Statistically speaking - tongue tied - 
vomiting words, 
but all completely true. 

Plea Bargain

To the editor, 

I read the signs:
many long books,
reflections high and low.
For a great fear,
a life without, alone.
Madam, I confess,
of my journey
far and less;
of stars and streams alike. 
Nothing helped me see.
Not the sun behind her, 
burning in her amber eyes
or words within set free. 
I implore you,
find the will.

Maybe not a happy ending,
but an ending even still.