Grey.
It’s probably just the everlasting grey skies…
Year: 2017
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…
This reblog may contain some “shitload” – Mrs Completely
I have weird obsessions… Denmark (obvious), Mads (hey, I can’t control my hormones!!), flags (gotta be a regular in the Cove to understand that one) and… The word “shitload”! Thank you, whoever you are, who invented that great, giggle-maker word! Yeah, I like the word, it makes me laugh, and I use it as often…… Continue reading This reblog may contain some “shitload” – Mrs Completely
Exposed…
via Daily Prompt: Exposed You… You came into her life, no notice, no invitation. Not willing to act like the masses, you bombed her fortress, dug through her walls, knocked down every door leading to her private quarters… She did throw herself in your arms, but she whispered a warning to your ear. Not…… Continue reading Exposed…
When, She Told Me…
Strains of Rock and Roll a guitar riff echoed My mind’s wine like empty bottles, lying about The waiting waiting never seemed easier to get, What, I wanted, What, she wanted Crawling along the bed like her fingers across my skin I grabbed the edges of the sheets like…… Continue reading When, She Told Me…
Trying Not To…
Trying not to considering who- -wondering about what she does to me. Trying to keep my thoughts my own possessing what I am but knowing that she owns me all the same, Trying, but failing miserably not for the want of trying, just not being able to resist her influence on my thoughts, Try,…… Continue reading Trying Not To…
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