Lovers, were we just us two exploring each others limits, when I, she wanted too, when we both wanted when we both acted, Lovers, knowing not any others no want, no lust, just being, existing one for the other, Lovers, though, not everything is perfect, when you look deeper beyond the physical attraction, where uncertainty grows nurtured, and fed by nagging doubt, figuring out that … Continue reading When I Wanted To, and She
Collecting memories an easy thing to store not having to like in old shoe boxes stained with coffee,lost in the cellar, somewhere lacking dates, old photographs with people whose names, I’d forgotten, or just didn’t care to remember, But I’ll remember you, not just because you’ve touched my heart and my head, but because now I’ve revealed too many things about my life for you … Continue reading Souvenirs
We, who be thinkers be writers as well not stopping to ask why we do what we do We, who be dreamers possess too many dreams to write down in one day, one life one less dream to dream, We, who understand how to turn a phrase turn a corner, take a chance write about the forbidden the love sonnet, the heartbreak The starry skies … Continue reading We Be Writers
Sometimes, he was a bit too direct for my liking. Straightforward, was his word for it. “Should we be lovers”, he asked me suddenly one night. “Why wait any longer?” Why wait any longer? I had been asking myself the same question for a long time. What would happen if I did? Friends to Lovers. Just like that! Would we be weekend lovers, or chance … Continue reading Should We Be Lovers?