Micro poésie du vendredi…
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!
Category: short
I love you…
Isn’t it funny how three simple letters, can sometimes change the course of your life? Just try to imagine what could’ve been, would’ve been, had you said “I love you too…” instead of “I love you, but…”
Temporary
via Daily Prompt: Temporary People come and go… Trees grow leaves that eventually fall and die. Rivers run dry. Flowers fade and food goes bad…. Everything is temporary… Except maybe mountains, and words… Just maybe.
Bitter…
via Daily Prompt: Bitter Yes, I can, in times be bitter. But even rhubarb can win hearts when dipped in sugar… So keep your sweet talk coming… Honey.
Liar…
via Daily Prompt: Lifestyle He lied always, to everyone… To himself, even, when he was alone. Hiding the truth, if he only knew what it was, Playing in his fantasy world, with his @li@s… He wore lies on his sleeve, lied with style He didn’t lie about his life, lying was his lifestyle……… Continue reading Liar…
Panicked…
via Daily Prompt: Panicked “Maybe, we could buy a Bed & Breakfast, you know? A nice place in the countryside… Or take an old house and start a new one! That’s even better! I have a knack for decoration, I’m sure we could create something cosy and charming… Bed & Breakfast, it’s a good…… Continue reading Panicked…
Control.
via Daily Prompt: Control If you knew, the control behind these tied hands of mine… * Keeping a straight face at all times. Preserving you from the Mayhem. * You couldn’t stand the tide of my full throttle love.
Dark flirt…
She leaned forward, slowly licking Death’s lips.. Then turned her back, and walked away, leaving It longing for more…
Conflagration…
Her fiery thoughts threatening to flare up when her passions were at the boiling point my eyebrows, singed and blackened even couldn’t be doused by my sweaty palms and teary, blinking eyes Throwing water on her now would only cause steamy dreams increasing the mystery as I drew hearts and arrows on the mirrors…… Continue reading Conflagration…
Graffiti…
Hopes and dreams, pains and doubts, drawn on the walls for everyone to see… Sometimes feels like my life is nothing, but a graffiti…
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