Joey Cromwell Chy

03/31/2026

03/05/2026

Trust Blessings

05/27/2024

Know me sound of spoken thought and endeared whim, not missed upon you of known desire and of hearty measure known too well and not enough.

Speak unto this heartfully, a whispered regard and willful measure of your sweet repose, for I know not the step well and of conscious margin.

05/23/2024

05/20/2024

I feel as though torn, albeit sweetly so amongst and on the other sides of a line like fair, to be endeared as much as might might let. Between nothing Love. Torn of only the notes between gate and heart. The repose of the stone, hearth in tow.

I find myself, described and blessed, loved as it so happens. With only sweet desire left to color its world, perfectly in tone. Not a shade too much, too deep, too deep in faith.