I think of you between life’s pauses, momentarily reliving parts of our time together while here trapped in limbo
I’m a hypocrite hiding from the same thing that i seek. In loves pursuit, I’m my own enemy that keeps me from it.
Love’s faucet drips as it’s sources dry, blocked by modern logs of insecurity and reason, hearts congested out of fear to connect.
To remember fading the ecstasy of a passion combined with beauty, is it better to have never had it, or to have and then lost it completely.
We pray for the gift of loving acceptance, another soul that understands all the pieces of us and welcomes every shard with open arms.
Stuck in a loop of hallucinations that I helped to create, each door I use to try to escape is an entry right back in.
In the blind chase of something else I allowed life to strip you from my fingers, and now I’m just mad at myself I guess. This is my hell…
In this article, you will see figments of someone’s imagination. He says just let me around the walls where he wants to find the truth of hidden flowers.
Hello… Her soft voice blew across my ears, Uttering words as though she sings. Radiating beauty, With curves displaying Gods ingenuity. A sight that goes beyond pleasing. Hi Our eyes met, And all was forgotten. Bodies became shadows As our temples commenced communing. Enclosed in a pocket of public private intimacy, We met in dance… […]