That little thing not really missing there all along and never gone, how could I lose what was not there to begin with? How can I miss, when I really never had it? Still missing it, so very dearly, though painfully aware it is just silly. Missing all the same…
Always got picked last, at the school dances and in gym class… I didn’t care much, if things were as such… Until you waltzed in my life, sweet talker, bright smile. It hurt so bad that you’d not be mine, I didn’t even dared to stay in line… Long I will, for a…… Continue reading The pretty girls…
be kids again just for tonight, a few hours, hiding behind the shed. Forget your hot wheels. I fancy your sweet smile, bring it closer to mine before Mom calls…
Au premier coup d’oeil, tes yeux ont paralysé les aiguilles de toutes mes horloges Entre tes bras, le temps n’existe plus. Et ta tendresse coule comme du miel dans ma gorge Reste là, cette nuit… Laisse-moi te convaincre, même imparfaite, laisse-toi tenter Violentes, sauvages mes amours brulantes… Tu me fais croire…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
touch you there…? Brush my feathers paint you, Love, with my own colors, hang my favorite perfume around your neck, warm you in my highest hopes, lull you to sleep with my sweetest dreams… Can I touch you there, right where fingers just can’t reach?
Silly souls, fearing fantoms feeling threatened scared of the unknown. Not knowing the delight of being owned, being haunted all year long…
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Prefer Every cut, every invasion leaves its scar… He said. Wise words indeed, but what I what I prefer is the sweet sweet moment just when the pain subsides… For a short little while. Before….
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Orange À chaque automne cette communion étrange entre la saison colorée, et la fillette aux cheveux orange.
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Surreal Like in a strange chromosome dance our souls collided fused then divided leaving their imprint keeping a hint of the other’s, creating two totally new beings forever separate, yet eternally bound. And wonder I if you too feel that sensation so very surreal…
“All I ask for,” she started, as she brushed the sand between her toes, “are large hands. I would want him to have hands big enough to hold all the pieces of my heart…”
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