Pulling in the driveway Why? Knocking on an unknown house’s door Finding him. Fate making us meet again Over a glass of fresh water Just inches away Not wanting to give in and beg Not wanting to ask Heads slightly tilting Lips meeting At last Feeling the warmth inside me again At last Better…… Continue reading Blurry…
No one had seen it coming… Not even us, I must say. It sure wasn’t meant to be, but I don’t see how things could have been any different in the end… My family lived by the river, his people far into the mountains. Me and my sisters were growing up in a world…… Continue reading Living with a giant… (My life in the mountains)
Men don’t know the pain of mascara stains… Wearing your sorrow on your cheeks like a warrior. Letting the darkness of your soul leak on your skin… Blackened tears spelling despair. Somber fears running like rivers… Marcara writing an S.O.S on your face.
Wouldn’t you like to try something different Sometimes, when the winds are strong and the coldest of winter is knocking at your door… Like tonight, you know? Would you like me to write down Your scarf and your gloves, your jacket to hang by the coat-peg? I could unbutton your shirt with a few…… Continue reading Something different…
She was sitting alone in the dark when the knock on the door had broken the silence. She wasn’t expecting any visit, she never did. Any other day, she would have rolled into a little ball on the armchair, and waited for the knocking to fade in the night. But for some reason, she…… Continue reading Scarred…
J’ai su que je m’éprenais de toi Quand je me suis prise à conjuguer ton nom A tous les temps, sur tous les tons Quand j’ai compris, bien malgré moi Qu’il était le refrain de la chanson Qui sauverait ou ferait fléchir ma raison… A la fois mon remède, et mon poison…
Sometimes, It was just about the sunset. How the light danced on your nose And the shadows stretched on you cheeks. I was jealous. Envious of the dusk Of the last rays of the day Of the darkness crawling on your skin And I would wait, Patiently, To begrudge the next dawn’s…… Continue reading Envy…
All she needed, were wings to fly… So don’t blame her now, for taking off. She has her own world to discover….
I had spent most of the night watching you sleep, when the first rays of the early sunrise came through the bedroom’s window. It seemed the sun wanted to wish you good morning by licking your cheek and running through your light hair. I couldn’t blame it. I realized how incredibly lucky I was…… Continue reading One special day…
Every story he whispered to her ear, caused her heart to skip a beat or two… Which he gathered patiently, one by one to make his own… Killing her softly, slowly, taking seconds of her life she could spare, to lenghten his time on Earth…
Cyranny's Cove 