A bit subjective wouldn’t you think? She told me time and again told me so often she began to believe it herself, “You are crazy Admit it, won’t you?” I’ve met pushy women before, but.. “I would like a second opinion before I jump to any conclusions” She seemed certain in her beliefs she presented…… Continue reading Crazy, Aren’t You? – Notthedane56
Via The Daily Prompt: Tame You can, blindfold her… Tie her wrists tight… Trap her in a golden cage… Silence her with love or rage… But you will never tame her heart.
Via Daily Prompt: Believe Although you never pretended to say the truth, and even professed to sometimes lie. Even after getting warned as much by my mother, as by you… I believed.
À l’ère du “dans ta face” tu m’as simplement appris l’art oublié du mystère…
Walking in the morning dew, waiting patiently always, a freshly picked daisy pined in my pulled up hair… Your sun rising on my timid dawn, gracing me with your warming light. And piercing the silence, with a sudden burst of laughter. “Summer, my dear… My silly dear, Summer is over!”
Via Daily Post: Deny Close your eyes, Dolly. Pull the drapes, on the window of your broken soul. Denying them all the chance to peek in. The world can hurt you, if you don’t let it. Don’t let it.
Toi. Voilà, tout est dit. Et dire que d’autres se perdent à chercher un sens à leur vie…
Writen by Notthedane56, pay his new blog a visit by clicking here. Not unlike a turtleneck tending to stifle all thoughts while choking my style, My courage having eluded most of my fears, attacked the unknown plunging me into utter darkness, She countered me by saying, “It’s your own fault, waiting until it was dark”…… Continue reading Gathering My Courage – Notthedane56
Daily Prompt: Planet She believed the world revolved around her… Until the sun finally rose on her horizon, and she realized she wasn’t so special. Just one of the many that danced around him….
Would you, my dear? Greet me with the experienced grip of your eager fingers on my ingenue hips? But nothing forbids me from imagining the sweet sound of your moaning… Because my lips, just so you know this never run out of inspiration, when traveling on trembling skin. And I’d know no rest until……… Continue reading You wouldn’t…
Cyranny's Cove 