I spent a lifetime, writing my story day by day, night by night, Taking chances, making mistakes guessing my way, hoping to find someone who would want to read it. Little did I know, watching you catching up on my adventures, and my debacles… I would want to offer you a leading role…… Continue reading Like a book…
Never wanting to know exactly how you felt never wanting to ask, if the feelings, we shared were real, never having the courage to look directly into your eyes never wanting anything else but you, never asking for anything more than what love could give us, never wanting to share my days and nights…… Continue reading Never…
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…
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…
I wanted to write poems, about the hot water running down your lower back… But the sight of the drops flowing on your naked skin pleasantly numbed me beyond the very concept of rhymes and prose…
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
She sat as the writing cabinet. Alone at last, she let a burning tear run down her cheek. She turned her fountain pen over and over again, wondering where to start, and what to say… For too long, the silence had settled, punching her in the chest a hundred times a day, leaving her…… Continue reading My Dear,
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…
Cyranny's Cove 