Ink your running lightnings of dark bruises all over my back! Hurt me so good… Your thunderous growl shakes my bones, makes me bow… Drown me baby, my lungs long to be filled with your burning fury. Breathing… a feeble caprice, if you ask me. They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger……… Continue reading What doesn’t kill you…
You played me, just a chess game… Grinned as you planted every pawn, wading your way! Jigsawn, planning ahead… Next step and the step after… Eating me up, taking me down, bit by bit, one piece at a time. * You played me, mocked me, dragged me in the mud… When my king fell…… Continue reading Just a game…
Beware always, the hand that softly holds your heart! Today might be gentle, but could very well, tomorrow tear it apart!
It was a beautiful day, wasn’t it? Her voice trembled a bit, the memories suddenly overwhelming. She repressed a sob, and felt his fingers tightening around her free hand, encouraging her to keep flipping through the pages. She remembered how most of them had disaproved at first. Her friends, her family… Even her…… Continue reading Until death…. (Tell me a story)
Oh so inviting, your silhouette only dressed in early sun rays!
Of a corner of my mind, unexplored, new continent… He wrote a couple of sonnets, piano notes, flying. Musical butterflies, painted on a sky-blue melodic backdrop! And me There, sitting in awe. For I knew not that a song worth listening to had been lying in my head.
When the wolf started howling, I knew I was in trouble. You had been standing there for a while, wrapped in an uneasy cloak of silence. Still, not smiling nor frowning. It wasn’t the animal’s wails that worried me, but the darkness of your gaze. Your eyes, pitch black, making it impossible to discern…… Continue reading Your loss…
My vintage life, Painted black & white… A thousand shades From me to you. As I put the pen down Words come alive, Knitting dreams of themselves A safe haven for two. Do you feel my trembling fingers, As I slip the key around your neck? Bathing in warm memories, I washed away frantically…… Continue reading Black & White…
Poor withered heart so full of gloom, it spills from your stitches. Little dove, dear love bird your will to fly itches…
I don’t need you. That the beauty of it all, Love… You’re my favorite luxury!
Cyranny's Cove 