Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
In my dreams he doesn’t speak yet somehow I hear his words I know I hurt you when I left but I had no other choice because you see my love I had to decide, it was you or me.
“My little dog – a heartbeat at my feet.”- Edith Wharton A slender long legged woman with a honeyed tan buries painted toes into hot grey sand raises her face to the turquoise sky watching seagulls as they take bread from her hand.
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.”– Mark Twain I searched for you one Summer’s eve for my heart refused to believe forgotten
“A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted.”– Billie Holiday I taste hope on your lips with this hot urgent kiss captivated by golden eyes
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