Jun 20, 2015
As he stood in the darkness, his eyes glistened and that’s when I knew my light found its traction.
Jun 19, 2015
Sometimes he does talk back, but sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he’s not there; and from time to time I believe this was all nothing but imaginary.
Jun 18, 2015
how we gravitate letting our soul wrestle the darkest tune yet the tune runs here, there lies everywhere beneath our feet sleeps with lovely plays with hatred sings for days yet hides in daze where the craze builds and …
Jun 17, 2015
We just were and I just was. We lived in a moment and danced until darkness caressed our words. It was a chapter, a story, a lovely memory forever cherished in my memories.
Jun 16, 2015
They say if the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve, but if he can’t see me and I can’t see him, why does that hurt me?
Jun 15, 2015
eyes glazed hands beside we danced upon like frogs as droplets with legs clenched elbows smashed our words were of indifference a colossal heartache trembled liquor kisses that timbered elbows that quivered we were, but…
Jun 14, 2015
I am not a hopeless romantic. I don’t hope for romance. I don’t really hope for anything. Just me, myself and I and if someone else comes along, that’s fine.
Jun 13, 2015
And sometimes being in love is not enough to make it work.
Jun 12, 2015
I no longer feel him in the air so who knows if he still lingers here.
Jun 11, 2015
he moved frolicked danced in the distance and as his eyes glistened i wrote his mouth moves hands sway aside they land upon my chest and he grooves his heart twirls scared of the dark but the sun listened through mounta…