Tag: relationships

Moo oo oo

We met in the fields those ones that contain dreams and fears promised to glow in the dark whenever rivers of tears began to drown hope we placed in each other. Perhaps foolishness prevented full moons to shine in our eyes perhaps our grip…

Frozen glare

My silent frozen glare gives the same answer as before as you show disappointment with pouting lips that beg to ask just once more but knowing I am stubborn you give up without a fight. I’m sorry, at times I’m not who you wish…

Heart’s keeper

Heart’s keeper she whispered one night as she slowly hid out of sight. Earlier we had gazed at the sky became aware of how it resembled an inverted glass of black champagne intoxicating filling our minds with bubbles we floated in to escape the…

Bang

He kept you around to bang pots and pans while he banged the woman next door. His words wore you down robbed you of breathing on your own each word like a lick on a steel guitar and after awhile you believed you were…

Cycle of

The cycle of swallowing the remaining day pen in twitching hand a moment taken to understand directions life offers on icy signs speed limit more than a heart can stand. Close to six-thirty, dark another day with a lump lodged in throat from separating…

Hungry kiss

I’ll not drink from your cup of lust just not that thirsty or in need of emptiness. What you offer is merely a test don’t want to get hooked or taste something come morning will be bitter leaving me with questions of why and…

Only a heart (ylno a traeh)

ylno a treah saw nekorb gnihton that t’now dnem ni emit tub ni dnim ot esare seiromem fo dah neeb thgim evah neeb. sselgniw sselthgis ton a dnuos ot peek tpecxe ruoy shgis seil.

Hissing!

I open the door,just like before you stand in front of me with tears I kindly ask, what now? Seems the dream was just that I told you days before before you knocked on my door saying you want to come back in to…

some do Some don’t

Some do, some don’t know how to love with heartfelt strings the kind that ball up make a beautiful thing. Love is like art a picture it’s seen not heard except in the heart where smiles gleam each time I love you is spoken…

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