Via today’s Daily Prompt: Agile Bright blue skies, pretty young lies… Tickling my flesh ever so gently, making my skin, valleys and peaks pointy… Oh you are good, but kid yourself not! Even with a knee down, I can always get up. And though you know your way well, around my pesky little heart, there…… Continue reading Not so…
Via today’s daily prompt: Loophole Of course, there was a loophole in our story. The difference between us being, I didn’t care, while it drove you crazy…
You can try to hide, play hide and seek. But the beast won’t go to sleep… You can lock up your closet, check well under your bed. But the beast won’t go to sleep… You can deny it, make pretend, act as if you don’t see it. But the beast Won’t go to sleep……… Continue reading The beast…
You held me in parenthesis, close to your pun, just a comma away from your heart, though you wouldn’t admit it. Punctuating the most perfect evening, you hyphenated our lips I saw asterisks, and knew right away, This was love… Period.
“Serai vent, serai brouillard, serai tempête, serai cafard…” “C’est vrai”, acquiesça t-elle naïvement Et au son de sa voix de tonnerre elle alla, gambadant valser entre ses éclairs
Not one day after that, did my heart not beat every beat for you. It still does to this day, constant reminder of my loss.
Oh! The days and the nights spent fighting this inner fight. She Paradox, Nitroglycerin poured into a box of crystal so thin… About to burst, ready to blow… slaying in a flash any standing foe foolish enough to misjudge her force, blinded by her deep sorrow, of course! But her fears fed her fire,…… Continue reading She Paradox…
via today’s Daily Prompt; Forlorn Wrote my thoughts my hopes and my dreams on the virgin canevas of a white dove’s wings. Working patiently, my purest wishes carefully penned on the feathers’ tips… Inking our story, or at least my side of it on the lovely bird’s back covering every bit… Bent for endless hours…… Continue reading The Dove…
You don’t have to open your eyes, Love… Our story is writen in Braille on my skin. You just need to whisper to my ear, and my favorite memories are ready for your fingers to visit them, again and again…
I need you not. I just chose to want you in my silly simple life. My definition of friendship…
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