"where does it end?"
Where does it endOur heart is the soulThe soul is our centerTrue love never diesSo where does it go Without love we wither The heart never existedIf the heart of our soul diesWas there ever true loveThe entropy of love can be realSo did it...
Waking up to good morning kissesSweet kisses to bid me good nightKisses help to express our affectionI practiced kissing, to get it rightLustful deep kisses full of desireKisses by the glow of dashboard lightSuperstitious kisses for good luckOr apologetic kisses to end a fightThe reasons...
"It is really all that matters"
"I adore you"The words were spokenheard and acceptedwith gratitude and delightNot always offered aloud in the pasteven when understood within the trust of a heart in needThe adoration of a chorus of friends and lovers from lifethat passed sincerely revealedThe latestto betenderedthis approbation in wordsas...
She wants him to listenThere’s never any timeHis walls create distanceShe’s losing her mindThe walls are quite sturdyHis actions are like iceHis reactions are unworthyHe’s not even niceHe’s very occupiedWith his job and his lifeAll she ever does is cryShe’s...
She whispered her nameJust the third time we metHer name in my memorySo firmly was set So why does my mindLeave me chasing my tailWhen searching and searchingComes to no avail. A decade ago,On our own sceptred isleWith a group of friendsWe...
I loved you like I have never loved beforeI gave my heartI gave you my soulYou threw me asideYou loved anotherI was destroyedNothing left to live forA light shined on meThe light said you are lovedThe light said I love...
I don't yet know what once opened and marked you forever,like kissing the glyphs of a lost languageso quietly trying to tell my lips something.The beautiful lines of a map,gliding across and inside your skin.Beyond that permanent border,my tongue trespasses lower, closer...
I’m in my corner but you haven’t sent me. It’s where I feel safe and hidden from those who don’t understand me. If you can’t find me you know I will be there. Sometimes you pull me out but other times you don't...
Kintsukuroi (n.) (v.phr.) "to repair with gold"; the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken Warm hands slip over my bodyAs lips press gently onto my skinThe...
As a general ruleI entrust myself to no-oneNot in my entiretyJust piecesMomentsFractions of myselfNobody is ever paid in fullLest I be lost to one who hurts meWho brings back the pain and tormentThat tortured me so long in ages pastSo I...
