Be I…
Ever since you left, Rainbows turned black and white and woebegone be I. Via today’s Word of the Day: Woebegone
Tag: Sorrow
Don’t you wish…
Lying in bed, she held the phone close to her ear, trying to carve in her mind each and every word he spoke, knowing they’d most probably be the last he would grant her. She was not quite past the shock of coming back to an empty house yet, but she now managed to…… Continue reading Don’t you wish…
Mountain blues…
Just a tear, rolling down the rock wall of a summer sweet memory… The warm souvenir of your sunny arm wrapped round the highest peaks… Looking up to your sky blue gaze, making every wish I dared to wish, possible… Now I hide my nose in a cloud, hiding my reddened eyes, in painful…… Continue reading Mountain blues…
Don’t you wish…
Lying in bed, she held the phone close to her ear, trying to carve in her mind each and every word he spoke, knowing they’d most probably be the last he would grant her. She was not quite past the shock of coming back to an empty house yet, but she now managed to…… Continue reading Don’t you wish…
A tear.
One, one only, then two, running slowly… Three, now a crowd, leadind the way to a fourth. One, two, three, four… tear drops gone unseen, again.
Mascara…
Men don’t know the pain of mascara stains… Wearing your sorrow on your cheeks like a warrior. Letting the darkness of your soul leak on your skin… Blackened tears spelling despair. Somber fears running like rivers… Marcara writing an S.O.S on your face.
Scarred…
She was sitting alone in the dark when the knock on the door had broken the silence. She wasn’t expecting any visit, she never did. Any other day, she would have rolled into a little ball on the armchair, and waited for the knocking to fade in the night. But for some reason, she…… Continue reading Scarred…
Brave enough…
Curled up in the big wing chair by the window, she picked up the letter that rested on the coffee table… Wrapped in a warm blanket, she unfolded it, and read the words slowly, imagining his hand trembling over the piece of paper… My dear, As I sit here, locked…… Continue reading Brave enough…
Harvest moon…
Where do you run to when the harvest moon hits you? Nowhere, said the moon, nowhere will you be safe from me tonight. And she knew it was the truth. The cold, naked truth. No matter how well she looked around, she knew there was no use in reaching out her aching arms… Your sorrow is…… Continue reading Harvest moon…
Uncatchable beauty…
Walking away from the office, just barely out of the building. There she is, looking as if she was waiting for me, waiting to walk me home. Dear old friend, always ready for a talk, especially at this time of the month, when her majesty is at its peak. Hi there! Did you have a…… Continue reading Uncatchable beauty…
Cyranny's Cove 