They keep warning:
Love is CYANIDE.
It is lethal.
I keep cajoling:
It is OXYGEN.
The lack of it is.
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC
‘Well, it was indeed
a very long association,
thank you!
But it needs to end.
I will have to usher you out
to welcome my new friend.
Her name is ‘morning’.
So goodbye, darling!”
From a weary, but determined Me
to the long, dark, night that refused to end.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 6:48 AM UTC
You were a
passing cloud.
I was the Sun.
You left.
I stayed.
But you colored my skies.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
I kept you in my poems
for so long that
it’s a torment to wait,
before I can
touch you to
feel a little more,
pen a little more,
smile a little more
and live a little more.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
The irony of her life was that
His memories were all she had, to live.
But each time she replayed them
It took the life out of her.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 8:01 AM UTC