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Fiona Crouch Dec 2017
Her story unfolded beneath his caress
Each kiss of his lips a new page
Every touch of his hands a chapter
Feeding his thirst for knowledge
Of her beauty, her passion, her soul


But there would be no finality
No epilogue to conclude
For with each kiss of his lips
And touch of his hands
He added to her story
Fiona Crouch Dec 2017
"Forgive me!" she silently begged
Her heart breaking
The loss a tangible thing.
Like shrapnel, piercing
Shredding her heart
Inconsolable tears
Cried inside, alone.
Adrift on waves
Of self recrimination.
Seemingly endless time
To face the truth
The savage reality
He wasn't hers to save.
Fiona Crouch Oct 2017
Like a ballerina
My thoughts pirouette
Spinning out of control
Will the music ever stop?
Fiona Crouch Aug 2017
Her love for him
Burned so fiercely
She was scarred for life
Fiona Crouch Apr 2017
You
You
The real you
The pain of your words cut deep
Not in retribution or contrived delivery
But by the agony behind them
Conveying raw emotion
Your bleeding heart exposed
No frills
No fuss
No 'woe is me'
Just soul wrenching honesty in each and every line
The heartache and pain, flowing like a raging river
Across the page and beyond
Reaching out, begging for recognition
Of the person behind the crimson tide of verse
I hear you
I see you
I heed you
And I feel you
I am drawn to you, drawn to your words
To the man behind the words
And I care
Enough to offer friendship
More to offer love
To know you need not be alone
For I am here
For you
With you
A shoulder to cry on
A chest to lean on
Arms to enfold you and ease the burden of heartache
So powerful is the pull
To be that friend
I cannot ignore, I cannot fight
I surrender to it
I surrender to you
To the beauty of a new friendship
So pure in its infancy
With a lifetime of first and forevers
This I pledge to you
Fiona Crouch Jan 2016
Once a flowing wound of words but now
Creative flow staunched and stitched
No bleeding of verse or prose  
Just an ugly scar of silence
                                    
The need and longing to inflict and cut
For the release of poetic flow                                              
The razor sharp blade of sorrow?
The serrated edge of loneliness?
                                        
An overwhelming desire to ****** deep to release
The swirling vortex of words
Bleeding onto the page
Thoughts, feelings and dreams  

Bringing sweet pain and pleasure
Of the written word
Baring our soul
For all to read
Fiona Crouch Jan 2015
I miss you more today than yesterday
But less than I will tomorrow
My heart aches with your sudden passing
And is filled with sadness and sorrow

You left a void in my life that
No-one can ever fill
But I take comfort from the thought
That this was God's wish and His will

To have you in his home and by his side
To dwell forever more
You earned your angel wings daddy
So be free to live and soar
A year today you left us suddenly and I have missed you every day, but I know that you are watching over me and protecting me and are at peace in your Heavenly home ***
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