Tomorrow will still come
but your love
will never
return

Your eyes always told me
everything
I needed to know

I'm still waiting for a reply
to an
unanswerable
question

~
♡

The
'thoughts'
aren't our voice!
We don't have to listen.

♡
~

♡

Each word

rips
~
tears
~
aches
~
heals
~
caresses
~
touches
~

my heart

♡

Can you hear me
when you look at my words?

☆

Spending time with each other
doesn't necessarily mean
quality time!!

☆

I will fall asleep sometimes
just to be with you
x

Or is it just me?
No!  It must be you!
x

When we kiss
you inhale
a part
of my soul

♥

It's just simple to see
why love is so
complicated

♥

~

Lust is not Love
but you
I Love
to
lust

~

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Yes!!  I admit it!!
I get 'man flu'
Boo hoo!!
:' /

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It's such a
wonderfully tricky place
inside my despicable mind.

▪

~
Drinking hot tea together
at 5am
listening to the birds!
: )

Yet we share so much.
Sun, moon, stars
and ....

love?

○  ◇  ○

Within myself
I search a person
yet unknown to me

○ ◇ ○

□

Your
words
have
filled
a
void
yet
created
a
yearning

□

Your hands wrapped around my waist
is all it takes

◇

I miss you but I don't know who you are
Want to touch you but you're just so very far

You visit my dreams but we've never even met
It's where I always tell you how much we could have meant

Imagining your scent I close my eyes and slowly inhale
Fantasising of the sunset into which we could sail

The taste of your lips is a memory I'm waiting to have
Yet all the time wishing it's one I'd already had

Will your embrace, I wonder, ever be mine to steal?
Feeling your warmth, mending this heart that needs to heal

I'll hold this dream in my mind so tight and so very close
One day maybe you'll come true! I'll pray, and who knows?


~


Something is missing from deep inside but will I ever know?
Tell me where you are and to this place I will surely go

Within my dreams there's a place that feels so very real
A gentle voice in the beautiful distance mirrors the way I feel

The scent of Jasmine reminds me of a face I've never met
My heart remains loyal and my mind is already set

Full lips, I imagine, leaving 'lust' as a subtle taste
I reach out to caress you but lose the memory of your face

It's like you've already held me but left the imprint on my heart
I would readily begin searching if I knew just where to start

This fantasy, visiting only at night, will stay with me 'til death
and when I leave this earth, your name will fall upon my fragile breath

My inner poet asked me
just the other day
what would I do if she left
would I feel alone and afraid

I begged her not to go
to think about it first
How would I arrange my
thoughts?
Where would I display the hurt?

All the varied emotions
that build up inside of me
wouldn't have a place to go
no haven to leave them be

I cannot store them all
inside my manic mind
they need to be released
and quite regularly I find

I love the arrangement
of words in line, after line
my thoughts are then clearer
creating space for me inside

In systematic order
they often gain new meaning
but when they are scrambled up
I'm not sure what I'm feeling

Penning everything in lines
for my inner poet to see
she gazed at the rows of words
and said poetically

I'm here with you now
and will probably always be
trust in you're thoughts and feelings
and reveal them for all to see

I count the grains of sand between my toes
Each represents small details in my life
Over time,  they've slipped through my fingertips
landing at my feet
The roughness reminds me of all that I have learnt
yet the coolness of them combined,
flowing through my inquisitive fingers reflects the moments,
like this,  that I'll treasure.

~~~

Her heart was broken by others
She caused her own scars along the way
her soul was carelessly destroyed
and she, abandoned, afraid
~
Her heart was broken by many
she felt so very alone
her pores absorbed anxiety
it's all that she has known
~
Her heart was broken too often
How does she continue to survive?
She tried to stand tall once
but had lost the sparkle in her eyes
~
Her heart was broken for the last time
the darkness engulfed her tiny frame
the blackness has all of her consumed
she will never rise again
~~~

'alone'

That word

   'stands'

all alone

so small

yet its meaning

so enormous!

It's one of the biggest
feelings that I know.

The smallest word
   that shoots
  the fiercest pain ..
                        
  to our hearts

Isn't it so wonderful
that we have humour.
During difficult times or events,
it sees us through.

I attended my best friends,  mother's
funeral today.
Sue is her name.
It was harder than I expected
even though I've known her
for over 30 years.

As I arrived
my friend made me laugh
straight away.
(She has a weird humour,  
which is why I love her)

People joked about Sue's
stubbornness and
her opinionated ways.

I caught up with people
I hadn't seen in a while
and didn't realise they
knew her too.

And we laughed.

Thank god for humour.

God bless you Sue
x

◇


I chose Apple scented soap
for my trip to France

I was 12 ..

Even today
that beautiful aroma
takes me back there
and the room that I shared with friends

The breakfast room
with the huge windows,
bread and jam,
croissants
and trying to convince myself
that the tea wasn't that bad

I recall the boy that I had a crush on
from my class..
he was quiet, sweet
and very kind

Apple scented soap
reminds me of all of these things ..

and the 12 year old me.

◇

◇

The sun has barely risen
but you're leaving for work
I know this will make you late
but I've really got the urge!

I miss your body
desperately crave your touch
it'll be quick I promise
so you are definitely in luck

I don't even need right now
all that I usually do
so please 'take me' before you leave
this one baby ...
is just ..

for ..

you.

◇

~

Pretty, soft scarves
are my 'shoes'.

I love to wear them
with every outfit
and have many
in different colours
and designs.

They just seem to
'add something'
to what I wear
and they feel
such a comfort
around my neck,
offering a warmth
that I need.

On Summer evenings
when it is just too warm,
very occasionally,
I'll wear nothing
but
a scarf

~

I've read, that through each
difficulty in our lives
we should learn a lesson

I'm not sure that I always have
but this
dear family
you have made easy

Your coldness, harsh words and ignorance
enabled me to understand finally
how life really works

and I know
that you do not understand my behavior
How could you having never asked!

So if my actions are misconstrued
(which they often are)
What a wonderful tale to tell
to all that will listen

However, when I get it right
a certain 'hush' falls around each
and every one of us.
I now no longer hear my name!

I  know it's not like in the films,
where in the end you'll find out the truth
Life, just isn't like that
That is hard to realise,  but I have

I hope to also learn
not to feel anger and frustration
towards you,
accepting that to a point
it's human nature

It is all so much clearer to me now
so I can allow myself a freedom
within me
that I was unable to access before

I have a beautiful space around me
giving me room
to spread my wings further
smile much wider
inhale more deeply
and see a beautiful horizon

I have truly learned
to appreciate those around me
who know who I am
I am trusted,
loved,
accepted,
flaws and all

Thank you for teaching me this
if nothing else

☆
.

He said I looked 28!!

He had glasses, but Hey!!!!

I'm still taking it as a compliment

: D


☆

◇

Her name was Autumn
she held many exquisite colours
within her oval eyes

Ruby red flashes
as they caught the light
creating the illusion of fire

A glorious gold
in a soft shimmer
offering glimpses of forever

As you peered deeper
they enticed memories forgotten
Of her eyes you'd never tire

◇

Bleed your ink onto the page
bleed your pain on even lines
come back to me often
return, time after time

I am with you through each step
I am with you through the tears
follow me 'til the end
together for a thousand years

I watch you face your doubts
I watch you pen your troubled life
take me on your journey
where we'll reach for the beautiful sky

◇

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few words were behind a thought
somewhere at the back of my mind
I caught a little glimpse of them
not knowing why they're trying to hide

~~~

I encouraged them to show themselves
so I could place them on a page
yet I'm unable to entice them
their minds I've yet to change

~~~

I'll leave those words behind the thought
somewhere at the back of my mind
when they're ready to show themselves
they'll be displayed perfectly with their own kind

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The eyes that show the scene
a scene of long ago
forgotten times
and distant memories.

A short story
told,
shown,
in black and white
imagining details
within our minds

but what of  the eyes
that show the scene
that made the moment

the eyes behind the camera
what of their story?