Petite, insignifiante poussière de rien… J’ai cherché leurs louanges voulu être idolâtrée pour que l’espace d’un moment tu sois fier de te tenir à mon côté. Mon royaume pour un sourire, Toute ma gloire pour un soupir, de toi.
They can think whatever they want. They can judge me as much as they please… Ultimately, I am the only one holding the truth, all the truth and nothing but the truth about me. I built myself, I stumbled on the way… I leaned on amazing people to stand tall, and I had my…… Continue reading Unbreakable smile…
She was not in the mood for me not being in the mood “Moody, you are” she exclaimed “Am I just at your beck and call whenever, wherever?” I replied, which made her a bit on the moody side, not being in the same way that I was moody, I tried, to start this…… Continue reading Not In The Mood – Notthedane56
To nice people, because they deserve it. To the lost and the troubled ones, because they need it. And to the mean… It’ll just annoy them!
touch you there…? Brush my feathers paint you, Love, with my own colors, hang my favorite perfume around your neck, warm you in my highest hopes, lull you to sleep with my sweetest dreams… Can I touch you there, right where fingers just can’t reach?
Silly souls, fearing fantoms feeling threatened scared of the unknown. Not knowing the delight of being owned, being haunted all year long…
If someday my memory just dries away, read me your best story every night… Over and over and over again. Every evening, after every sunset, tell me those same words, and bring me with you down the same road. Tell me about the same stars, and the same sighs, and the same dreams… Don’t…… Continue reading Fading memory…
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Prefer Every cut, every invasion leaves its scar… He said. Wise words indeed, but what I what I prefer is the sweet sweet moment just when the pain subsides… For a short little while. Before….
“Loving him was like playing chess with grandpa when I was a child, she thought. I could never outguess his next move, but he always made me feel like I had chances to win…”
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Orange À chaque automne cette communion étrange entre la saison colorée, et la fillette aux cheveux orange.
Cyranny's Cove 