I love you…
Isn’t it funny how three simple letters, can sometimes change the course of your life? Just try to imagine what could’ve been, would’ve been, had you said “I love you too…” instead of “I love you, but…”
Month: May 2017
Twerk!
Really, Cyranny? You said “twerk”?? Oh yeah! Because I just twerked against my will for fifteen minutes in the subway. I never would have thought metro rails could be so bumpy! Not a pretty sight, let me tell you that! I’d like to publicly appologize to all the other passengers, especially those who had…… Continue reading Twerk!
Picture Battle! OM vs Cyra – in bed…
No no, don’t go alerting Chéri or Jason’s wife just yet! Mr Opinionated Man just posted one of his famous everyday life pictures, and since I am still pursuing (oh dang, that’s today’s Daily Post challenge… Too bad, I’ll have to pursue something else later) the dream of getting the Guiness Book of Record’s record of…… Continue reading Picture Battle! OM vs Cyra – in bed…
My.head.is.going.to.explode!
Ugh. “Proves you have one” right? Well, I’m 39 years old, I know that I have a head, thank you very much! I don’t remember mentionning it in the Cove, but for the last 15 years or so (I’m not actually keeping track, it is not something I like to celebrate) I suffered, and…… Continue reading My.head.is.going.to.explode!
Grey.
It’s probably just the everlasting grey skies…
Temporary
via Daily Prompt: Temporary People come and go… Trees grow leaves that eventually fall and die. Rivers run dry. Flowers fade and food goes bad…. Everything is temporary… Except maybe mountains, and words… Just maybe.
Déjà…
Il y a un an, déjà… Je me réveille… Avant la sonnerie du réveil matin. Je me réveille, encore, au Danemark. Mais cette fois-ci, je me réveille dans ta ville. Je ne suis qu’à quelques dizaines de minutes de chez toi, qu’à quelques heures de te rencontrer… Le soleil est déjà haut dans le…… Continue reading Déjà…
Bitter…
via Daily Prompt: Bitter Yes, I can, in times be bitter. But even rhubarb can win hearts when dipped in sugar… So keep your sweet talk coming… Honey.
My Words That You Read…
My words that you read or the words that I wanted to break your heart like branches in the winds, blowing in my mind, You wanted to escape, the tree skies, breaking I wanted to protect you, and cover your insecurity with the strength of my words, and the quietness of my…… Continue reading My Words That You Read…
Flower Words…
She didn’t like my words, my prose, it seems so tore the letters into tiny pieces, she did, Throwing them to the breeze, changing into the blackest of butterfly wings, darkening the sky with rain, her tears fell down upon her, when she saw what she had done…. I took my pen,…… Continue reading Flower Words…
Cyranny's Cove 