Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Heart tossed aside like yesterday’s brilliant wilting rose, thrown away among the rocks left there wilting away, for love comes then flees as velvet petals dry and turn to golden crinkled dust wafting away in howling angry winds.
The sacred truth, now broken as lies spill from his lips his tongue blood-red and thick with the stain of wine
When the willows weep at night they call to the flower moon Come and spread your light through our slender tendrils as beetles scurry underfoot banish the deepening gloom.
Golden caramel eyes stalking her across the sea of strangers a shiver runs up her spine as she senses impending danger.
Collecting porcelain pieces of her fractured heart the girl once so innocent, now wary and guarded works to ease the pain from the knifelike shards creating a masterpiece out of her broken parts.
Sadness suits you, telling your story by the candle’s quivering light drinking the fruit of the vine a cloak of panacea for the soul.
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