. . She, Thoughts bouncing off The walls… Questions Piling up, pink Petal tears dropping… Dropping, Dropping. Reminiscing their entwined Curious fingers, Sharing childhood memories. Not so innocent moments But so very uplifting. Dark self-whispers Taking their turn Did he? Didn’t he? Loves he me not? Echoing in The middle of her room’s Pitch-black silence,…… Continue reading Monologues…
. I was good enough,Until you came along…And suddenly,I couldn’t have cared lessAbout he, or she in any way.Now it’s all about we,And I don’t mind if you all disagree.Because, LoveWhen we conjugateIt just doesn’t matter what they say…
I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading She…(October 18th FFF)
Walked barefoot her toes gracing the trails, the roads and the paths… All ways leading to the Rome of your heart.
Like a she-wolf, she howled in the night yearning, restless offering your name to the full moon as a divine bequest…
Cyranny's Cove 