December 2010
34 posts
these hopeful thoughts
Rose petalled lips soft and so sweet, draw me in like a dagger; a sinister smile. an Avalanche of letters parade off those lips; creating cheap chatter. I daydream aimless. I stare at those lips and ignore what they preach, awaiting the bloom of more meaningful speech. Words that will mirror our path in my mind, a story so lovely a romance: divine. More banter floats forward, and I bite my tongue...
an ending
our ending
silk turned to soot
hearts once entwined
now untied and unhooked
lust blankets cold,
nasty, brash thought
like a dusty tea set or
cobwebbed cuckoo clock.
Listen
Listen
