My precious…
That’s what I’d call you… My precious… Because everytime I find you wrapped around my finger It seems we fuse together, and just vanish from this world.
Category: short
Lonely nights…
Every evening, as I was about to close my eyes, I longed for the burning feeling of your hands… And I awoke with a chill, proving you had once again spent the night over…
Micro poésie du vendredi…
A la tombée du jour le plus court, tu m’as barricadée dans ta prison de verre. Naive au possible, j’en ai fais mon douillet univers. Chaque fois que la neige virevolte, j’imagine que c’est toi qui le remue. Et souriant dans la tempête, je rêve de délivrance et d’absolu… Je songe de vitre fracassée…… Continue reading Micro poésie du vendredi…
My type…
I had this one in store for a while… Fits so perfectly today! Still two hours to go, at the office (yeah… where else?) and I can hear my bed screaming for me to come home, from around the corner of the street. And I just want to go meet it, and put my…… Continue reading My type…
Free Fallin’
You weren’t Jerry Maguire, and I didn’t look anything like Renée Zellweger… But after all the anger, the waiting and the sadness, you had me at “Hello” nonetheless… In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and Rosema from A Reading Writer .
Recreational…
You wrapped us into innuendo, feeding me almost and filling my cup with maybes. For you thought the best way for us, was to lock the door and throw away the keys… You left a bittersweet omerta taste on my skin, as you stepped out of bed. Kissing me, with your eyes closed, leaving…… Continue reading Recreational…
Floodgates…
Feeling cheated, exhausted and alone… She wished she could just turn to someone. Drowning in failure, sorrow and bills, things seemed to be dreadfully going downhill. What now, where now? she kept asking herself. The only place she felt safe, was curled up in her bed. Cry, baby cry. Fighting the fire with your…… Continue reading Floodgates…
Meaning…
I never asked for the truth, not being too good at it myself… Tell me all the lies that you want, twist and turn reality if you will. As long as I find a meaning to our story when I look in your eyes, my home is here in your arms. In…… Continue reading Meaning…
Sweet Serendipity…
Sitting in the train, her forehead against the window and her legs stretched over the aisle seat, she felt like a teen again. Listening to his words, pressing the cellphone to her ear, as if it would make him any closer… He usually made most of the talking, but right now, she was telling…… Continue reading Sweet Serendipity…
Picture Battle (yeah, again!)
I will post a warning at the entry of the Cove soon… So newcomers know what they are in for! I am one walking and breathing annoyance, and OM/Opinionated Man/Jason is one of my favorite victims! It is his fault though! He does post pictures with a short comment that make my cellphone itch to…… Continue reading Picture Battle (yeah, again!)
Cyranny's Cove 