Unfolding |
Here I am again.
I try to get the months to pass.
Hell, I just try to get the days, and the nights, to pass.
The best part, is that no matter how i try,
I find myself back at this path.
I take ...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 19:21:00 GMT |
Tired of red wine |
Sitting in morning traffic, and the thoughts of him are allowed to creep in.
Her mind is far away
And she turns the radio down.
She just doesn't feel like thinking.
Since he's been gone
She ha...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 19:11:00 GMT |
oprah. |
He leans in
his gruff grin bristling its whiskers on her soft cheek..
His hold tight against her stiffened body.
He fingers the lace on the hem of her pink shorts,
and his knuckles intentionally brus...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 19:03:00 GMT |
woo woo woo |
I hear the knock on my window,
and open my eyes.
There is no one there
but the morning.
The streaming sunlight
cuts in,
causing me to blink.
I blink,
trying to focus
trying to wade through my thought...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Sep 2006 00:17:00 GMT |
she is a sucker |
When you are not looking for things,
that is when it hits you.
She is standing in that room of people,
and she sees him.
At the same moment,
he gla...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 08:30:00 GMT |
serendipity |
He was like......... being home.
It was good. It was comfortable.
But this one,
He is like..... coming home.
Tingly.
You think you lose people.
they are forgotten.
they are lost.
and...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 00:17:00 GMT |
winking at stars |
this was a phone call waiting to happen.
it was waiting for awhile now.
he knew it had to happen.
I knew it had to happen
I remember growing up when the phone would ring
I would be so excited ...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Aug 2006 22:09:00 GMT |
his vows |
Things cross my head.
All the time.
I am driving,
And I realize that I like country music.
Actually,
I miss it.
It makes me melancholy.
It reminds me
of that summer when ...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Aug 2006 23:16:00 GMT |
easier to disengage.... |
So close,
you would think we would be better to rearrange.
But instead of trying to meet together,
I guess its easier to disengage.
...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Jul 2006 23:02:00 GMT |
running late.... |
Before we ever met, I heard his voice. It was smooth. It was dark. It was deep. Like a lovely little slice of heaven. It was a sound that made me purr inside, if I could only purr. One thing it told ...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 09:19:00 GMT |
