As she
turned off
the old lamp
she caught
a glimpse
of her tired eyes
staring back
from the mirror
her life flashes
before her eyes
lifes regrets
fill her heart
her once
strong words
no longer
carry their weight
as she
closes her eyes
for another long
empty night
the final
cold winter
sets deep within
her bones
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Inner words
the words
twist and turn
inside of her
clawing
at her soul
beating
down her walls
slowly moving
through her veins
waiting
to be released
into the unknown
of this vast space
ready
to come alive
amongst the stars
to be splattered
upon these
once empty pages
Wings
may I fly
upon your wings
tonight?
I just can’t seem
to find my own
The worn edges
he ran
his fingers
slowly and gently
over my past
tracing over
the broken lines
and kissing the
worn edges
of my heart
in this moment
the world stops
and his touch
fills every
void in my soul
Flesh
words
fall like rain
upon
naked flesh
hour by hour
the passion
builds
fingers dance
searching the depths
of my core
the waves
arrive
one after another
until sated
intoxicating
the scent of us
lingers
filling the room
Stars upon my skin
these thoughts
they come
one by one
in the quietness
of the night
I close my eyes
and let them
slowly fill my mind
ever so slowly
fill my soul completely
powerless
over something
so powerful
a force
pulling me closer
to the edge
soft whispers
upon my naked soul
leave me needing more
craving so much more
our dreams are stars
tattooed upon my skin
surrounded
consumed
I find myself
falling for you
all over again
Sometimes
It’s the clouds at times that remind me of you. The sun, the moon. The wind. The here and now. The past. Almost everything. Sometimes, there just aren’t enough words. But, you’re still gone and nothing can change that.
Hush
hush baby
please don’t
say a word
let the secrets
of the night
fill you
quietness falls
upon my lips
the bitter sweetness
of this moment
is all
I can taste
curtains closed
darkness finally
consumes me
and the dreams
they come
one by one
I allow
the silence
to have its space
between these
four walls
hush now
don’t say a word
The pages in between
you’re a book
I’ve never seen
I want to
read your truth
line by line
each letter
and every syllable
as your soul
bleeds upon
all the pages
in between
Stitched together
the most
delicate threads
stitch together
the most
beautiful souls
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