Loophole…
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…
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.
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.
I am not big on sharing about myself… On or offline. I share stories about my past. I share pictures, and anecdotes about my daily life. I share stories running around my head. But I usually keep all that really matters to myself. The good and the bad, I can’t help it, I am just…… Continue reading Confidence…
You don’t have to open your eyes, Love… Our story is writen in Braille on my skin. You just need to whisper to my ear, and my favorite memories are ready for your fingers to visit them, again and again…
I need you not. I just chose to want you in my silly simple life. My definition of friendship…
in the sea pool of your love at ankle depth wearing the thin line of the surface as a bracelet on my flesh… Token of your love, never to be heard never to be seen only to be felt. Dipping my feet though yearning to dive, dive into the sea pool of your love……… Continue reading Toe dipping…
Please Dearest unstitch my lips, unblind my eyes and untie my wrists… For I believe none of us requires forgiveness. Just needing to tame each other’s weakness… I’m still convinced we’re not meant to fight… My ever devoted heart only yearning to make things right. Oh Dearest, please don’t leave me…… Continue reading Dearest…
Via today’s daily prompt: Almost So very almost, though never really. Never quite, but ever so close to… We weren’t, were we? Should have, could have, but didn’t nail it. How come then, that I miss, what I never had, to begin with?
A dried leaf, running afloat on the waters, sometimes calm, sometimes furious… My sundried warm thoughts, sailing the river of you…