Tonight, I just want to make love
Not with a person
But with my passions
I want to tap the strings of my guitar
Caressing it with the fondest of desires
Driving myself over the edge
To get that beautiful intoxicating feeling
A beautiful high

I want to take my pen
Lightly stroke
Every line I write
Brushing softly against my quilt
As I get my pages wet
Spread so apart
To get the perfect feel
I want to taste them on my tongue
So they flow

I want to exercise my vocal cords
Into soft delightful noises
To give you thrill
I’ll start low then go high
As the pace increases
I’ll hit that high note
Leaving goosebumps
All over your skin
Then the music
Will at least be heard

The say being a reader is the greatest treasure.
What about being a writer ✍.
To have the power to create and destroy at your hands.
To write you must be knowledgeable and a committed reader.
To write you must have the gift.

~Mid July thoughts.

I have seen world's I haven't visited.
Experienced hardships I wasn't meant for.
I have loved families that weren't mine I have fought battles conquered foes even when I had no idea on how to wield a sword.
I have felt the joy and laughter in children.
I have felt the struggles of emperors' and princes' yet I wasn't royalty.
I have taken charge of armies as a general I even played the damsel in distress might I say.
I have forged words like how a blacksmith does to metal but for me as a wordsmith.

~This is the diary of a writer✍

Can we please talk about how we met
On those desolate white walls
Filled with whispered words and quiet secrets
Standing at a distance
Watching each other as if in a trance
Your eyes a daring temptation
That I gladly welcomed
I seized the moment
Took love by the horns
No fear of the pain that comes with a bull’s strength
Who knew the aftermath would be this grave?
My heart a tombstone of our love
Engraved, ‘Here lies the love of Rose and Star’
Its chambers a graveyard of forgotten souls
Just like how you buried me six feet under
Out of reach
An arm’s distance
Yet it feels like a million miles away
Is there something I should have said?
Were there words left unspoken?
Be realistic people’s words ringing in my ears
Our friends and families losing faith
Yet I still hold on to the promise of tomorrow
They weren’t there when our hearts joined and our souls entwined
I want to lose hope and let you go
Maybe my longing won’t be this much
I never wanted ours
To be a tale of betrayed love

The ocean loses a hundred a fish in a day
Yet it never lacks it's glow
Why should I lack mine
Since I lost one who wasn't worthy of me

I hate flowers
At a distance
They look divine.
Until you pick one
With time it withers and dies
What's the beauty in a flower if not to watch it from a far?

I've started feeling you even in my writings
You've invaded my mental space
You've squizzed your way through my heart
You have made me a prisoner to desires
Ones I'm not ready to face
Adventures I'm not willing to partake
Unruly passions weave their web in my soul
Do you know what is worse than unrequited love
Forbidden passions that have been reciprocated
I've never been a daredevil and for you
Still, I will not
I have loved and I still love
Attraction is just child's play an illusion