Men have weak hearts. Men know love like no woman can. Woman dream about being loved but men know about being in love. Men can be the best they can, endure, succeed or fail and they can preserver and achieve all that they can. Yet it’s love that makes all men stop and feel and …
Month: March 2015
Just talk to me. Without your friends, not about something else or about the city or something popular. Let your eyes whisper to mine. Utter truths and assurances of love and passion and be real with me, like two ancient lovers. I want your smile, not your style – lets go outside for a walk…I …
Full and bloated mummies, woddle onboard like arctic penguins. I wonder why during rush hour? This time is certainly not a doddle; Conciencious glances, obligation advances. Your seat is ready, you need not ask us… amidst contempt; how late we are now.
I wish I met my old girlfriend again. Maybe on the train. Only for a perhaps a moment to remind me how I was, I’m more certain of what I wanted back then. I’d like to see the kind of beautiful that I was so sure of.
Mother said to never stare… So I look away; Such a beautiful face on the train, a shame to be only an intermittent glance; It is so there might not be a chance: That I might become lost. It is so I might wish for more than you. Shame to be only an intermittent glance; …
The portrait of you: I never finished; unable to… the portrait of you; lies there Still, in a windswept studio Upon the easel, alone. Where I left you. The boatman leads me now across the river Styx. I think of my path back; up through the walkway from behind the sandy beach, over the road, …
Words cannot tell enough. Oh words! My thoughts are within cell walls. Words cannot feel enough. Oh words! my mind is held captive; confined, fighting, yearning, gasping to fly, to be free to release to breath like the birds in the sky. Or the wind in the trees. Words fall short; to describe thee.