Be I…
Ever since you left, Rainbows turned black and white and woebegone be I. Via today’s Word of the Day: Woebegone
Tag: relationship
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Te crier à pleine tête, Mes secrets de porcelaine Te hurler combien je t’aime Mon but ultime, mon unique quête…
Feathered caress…
Coming to my life, feathered caress on my wounds… You are my solace! Via today’s Word of the Day Challenge: Solace
The hermit…
Les grandes douleurs sont muettes. – Sénèque The Spanish philosopher was right, she thought. The greatest pains were always silent… Her lips trembled as she took the cigarette to her mouth. The quiet apartment contrasted with the loud hammering going on, on the balcony of her downstair neighbour. She softly blew the smoke out,…… Continue reading The hermit…
Just kids…
Just two naïve kids, playing in the same sandbox… Why did you grow up?
The bookstore…
Why was she so nervous? He had only invited her to meet him at the cheap coffee shop in the back of the bookstore, a block away from her apartment, to exchange a few forms. Just a formal meeting for a contract she was to sign with the editor he worked for. She had checked…… Continue reading The bookstore…
Would you?
Fool me, lie, pretend… Roll me into your stories, caress me with a fake compliment about my not so blue eyes. Wrap me in wannabe romance, and leave me out to dry the next morning. I don’t care. I just crave the quick fix of your well penned pick up lines. Tasty goosebumps,…… Continue reading Would you?
Unmended…
I know how to stitch, know how to sew on… I know how to bring all the pieces back to one. I know,but I choose my heart not to mend. For you cannot break again what’s already broken. Forever you shall remain, my very favorite scar. And that, my Dearest, is just how painfully…… Continue reading Unmended…
Romantic grip…
Let my hand get lost in yours… I want to feel the wind on my silly fingers, running, febrile, along your life line… Hold tight, don’t let go! Wet palms, as I sigh, wrapped around your little finger… Let my hand get lost in yours Forever…
Complications…
Fred had texted him early the same morning. “Show up a little earlier, man. I’ve got something to show you!” was all it said. Kevin wasn’t on the curious side, but he wondered what kind of surprise awaited him. Sipping on his cup of strong black coffee, at the café just outside their office, he…… Continue reading Complications…
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