I raise my glass To you… The silent Kind hearted, And The selflessly Giving. In these dark times You spread Smiles faster Than the death threat That roams Around us all. Keep giving, And Keep sharing, You are the true healers Of our world.
Loving you… Is the loveliest poison. You’re killing Me softly, And slowly. Not rushing, as always Heavenly nightmare, Dreamy demon… My curse My fate My Life… Love, I am still waiting.
Two hearts, Walking hand in hand. The dream of Many… Very few’s Reality. Words are useless When your fingers Are Tangled with Mine.
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Crazy… (February 26th FFF)
I don’t mindWinter’s coldness.Your arms areThe warmestSweaterThere ever was…These goosebumps?Just a Braille Reminder for yourWandering fingertips.Love notes waitingTo be readOn my skin… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; The view from my window, after a very sticky snowfall.
Oh, heart whisperer… Ghostly presence, I only need To close my eyes, To feel your Warm breath On my neck… Every night, I lick The sweetest Memories From your fingers And feed you The longing moans Of my aching Soul… And yet I wonder, Do I fool Myself? Are you, But a mirage? If so……… Continue reading Mirage…
Your fingerprints Have left inerasable Stains on my heart… And when people Notice, I tell them They are the scars Of a battle, That no one won And Nobody lost… And still, I Silently hope For that white flag…
At winter’s nightfall, Fall’s last remains shine brightly… Come, oh come springtime!
Wander, wander Wander away… There’s no reason, Poor little soul, to stay. Here everything Is awfully grey… There’s no reason to revel, No ground to play. Spread your wings wide, Fly far, faraway… You can always, think Of coming back Someday.
Say, where’s the way out, Of this loophole we’re stuck in? I need to escape.