A touch. A fleeting illusion of closeness shying away in the face of others. Not much. I don’t intend to pry. It’s useless. It can bloom under… Read more “A secret”
Tag: poetry
Ouch.
You say there is no love to salvage that I have ruined or haven’t seen the lack of it before. It was a cruel jest but I… Read more “Ouch.”
Always there
The luckiest creation on the Earth is wearing truth, like cherished bracelet her tongue sweet, but sharp runs wild with the fantasies and lies a perfect trickstress … Read more “Always there”
To live
and there’s nothing left to give and I breath on instinct choking on tears that I forgot to cry last decade century epoch. and this road so… Read more “To live”
Where are you now?
I don’t wish to go back but the ability to crawl onto your lap would come in handy these days when my sanity sways and I am… Read more “Where are you now?”
