And at times, the numbness just wrapped itself around her. She stopped feeling altogether, and just sat by the side of the pond of her being, watching herself, lying under the mirror-like surface. She wondered if she was looking at the reflection of her breathing self, or watching the drowned side of her soul…… Continue reading Numb…
via Daily Prompt: Savor Summer at its best, she thought for herself. She was sitting on her small balcony, legs stretched on the chipped wooden floor. The watering can at her feet reminded her that her newly bloomed pansies needed a little attention, but it could wait a bit. The day was warm, but…… Continue reading Savor…
She looked down on the piece of paper. Three simple words, just like I love you, and just the same, they said it all. Adding anything would lessen the pure meaning of the thought. And never before had she been so close to the definition of “sorry”. Funny, she thought, how similar to “love” it was.…… Continue reading I am sorry.
She stood, silent and still, under the large black umbrella. The rain dripped around her feet, slowly forming small pools around her somewhat dry island. The sound of the rain drops on the dark fabric lulled her. She rocked slightly to the left, and to the right, following the soft fresh breeze… How long…… Continue reading Big black umbrella…
Toi et moi, c’est mieux que nous… Toi et moi, C’est Tout.
Dearest, promise me… Never to let me get your full attention, charm you, get my way through the heavily guarded fortress of your heart… Never let my eyes weaken your will, never let my smile pull promises out of your mouth. Don’t succomb, don’t surrender, to my pleas and my whispers… No matter how…… Continue reading Promise me…
Don’t mind me, I’m just here to flirt with your sexy words. Hoping they’ll agree to follow me upstairs for a night of sweet delights. I won’t let them rest until they are speachless and I, out of breath… Don’t worry, I’ll send them back, joyous and fully satisfied, when dawn…… Continue reading Don’t mind me…
I won’t quit without a fight. But I don’t want to go on… Knock me down please, Life!
Watching the dim, flickering dancing light, she wondered… Should she blow on the flame? Should she let it burn her fingertips… Either way, she’d end up in the dark.
Daring me she was to walk along the top of her roof my safety line stretched to the limit falling into her waiting arms being most likely, the challenge of wanting to make the grade showing her I could do that me, myself not needing anyone alone, but braving the harshness, the trials my…… Continue reading Daring Me…
Cyranny's Cove 