Do you sit, in the dark wondering where my words have gone, when I stay silent do you miss my smile, my giggles, do you wish I knocked at your door, suddenly without notice do you… do you need my arms to nestle in, after hanging your worries at the door… do you want to…… Continue reading Do you ever wonder…
Couche tes rêves sur ma peau de poèmes… Et laisse-moi glaner tes promesses de bohème. Boire le bonheur sur le bout de tes lèvres. Tes mots autour du cou, réelle oeuvre d’orfèvre…
Someone touched my cheek, but when I turned to look…. Someone touched my hair, running fingers through the waves and undulations Someone whispered something in my ear, something that I wanted to hear, from someone Someone tapped me on my shoulder, wanting me to turn around and see who -but there was still no…… Continue reading Someone Touched My Cheek…
Turning, and tossing no sleep again tonight She mulled over the uneasiness in her mind the gnawing realization of something that was in back of something that was in front of She shook her head in disgust, tossing the fairies and the unicorns out of her carpet halls and picture window existence, …… Continue reading Dreams Recalculated
Hoping, just to see you. Knowing, too well it won’t happen. Not today, and most certainly not tomorrow… But just in case, waiting by the window…
She sat. Alone. Cold. And sorry. Her words, her opinions, her dreams going unnoticed in the crowd. Sighing by the window, she whispered to the wind… That’s what I loved about him… He saw me.
L’été, C’est se méprendre en fermant les yeux, entre un coup de vent et la course de tes doigts sur ma joue…
She was someone who did things to my mind that no one else had ever done, She lived her life and I lived mine, separate in our own existence running parallel to each other never quite meeting, never quite connecting, I tuned my thoughts into hers, but sometimes the static broke and disturbed…… Continue reading She Was Someone…
M’eus-tu eue, tu ne m’aurais pas voulue. Pas plus que les autres avant toi. Mais j’ai de la chance, cette fois. Jamais tu ne m’auras Donc, toi, tu me voudras pour toujours… Toujours… Enfin!
My words that you read or the words that I wanted to break your heart like branches in the winds, blowing in my mind, You wanted to escape, the tree skies, breaking I wanted to protect you, and cover your insecurity with the strength of my words, and the quietness of my…… Continue reading My Words That You Read…
Cyranny's Cove 