He left flowers at my doorstep every now and then, again. Just a simple daisy bouquet… Signature of a gentleman! Just enough to make me smile, as I hold them in my hands… Walking back inside the house wearing my prettiest daisy smile for him. This is a little thank you post for…… Continue reading Daisy smile…
So many talented writers, so many outstanding lines… And none of them has even been lucky enough to stare into your eyes…
In the era of bright flashy neon sex, I tried to lure you with the simple promise of a romantic candle flame. That’s just how cocky and bold I can be…
Trees covered with ice. Winds blowing. Losing grip, on Winter. Warm me in you arms… or let me freeze.
She didn’t need any mini skirt to make her sexy… When he told her just how clever he found her to be. She felt as if she had cleavage running right down to her knees.
Grey clouds, grey thoughts aligning still on the look out for the silver lining… Knowing all too well that in the end, though screaming would feel good, silence is golden.
Via today’s daily prompt: Loophole Of course, there was a loophole in our story. The difference between us being, I didn’t care, while it drove you crazy…
You held me in parenthesis, close to your pun, just a comma away from your heart, though you wouldn’t admit it. Punctuating the most perfect evening, you hyphenated our lips I saw asterisks, and knew right away, This was love… Period.
“Serai vent, serai brouillard, serai tempête, serai cafard…” “C’est vrai”, acquiesça t-elle naïvement Et au son de sa voix de tonnerre elle alla, gambadant valser entre ses éclairs
Not one day after that, did my heart not beat every beat for you. It still does to this day, constant reminder of my loss.
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