I cannot speak the words to convey how much I miss you. That would make it real. Heart-slashing miseryhas displaced a sultry burn. My thoughts are still full of you,craving just...One... word. Through tears,I see in the mirror,an emptiness, where there on...
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then I Remembered You
What is my purpose in life?My heart cries.What am I supposed to do?I think God forgot to give me a purpose in life. I've lost my way and I don't know where to go.I missed somethingThen I remembered you.You're not mine butyou are everything I haveYou're everything I love. Perhaps t...
You Can't Have Her - Dedicated to BCRF
She fights like a girlSuffused with life. HappinessJoyLovingLivingThen you came along.You chose her,Were Inclined towards her. I was warned about you. Preordained fortuity perhaps?Your insidious shadow approached unnoticed. Your darkness surprised me. I didn't contemplate meet...
You Are More Than Words
A thought for a friendYou are more than words. Words do not define who you are or who you want to be. The words you choose are a part of you, not your entirety.Someone once told you, you could write.So you did.You still can.Please do.Nobody can prevent you penning your thought...
My Two Boys
I would have loved themYou will never know how much I wish those children were mine. The two little boys God said I could never have. The 2 little boys you told others I had but didn't take care of. I would have loved them. Why did you have to tell a lie that ended so horribly?...
Sweetest Secret
We all have secrets...You are my secret My sweetest secret Your warm breath on my face, Before… The first slight touch... The first rush of heat... Soft lips, dancing, exciting. The taste of new passion, Warm, tingling and euphoric... Melting into another planebetween consciou...
Romeo and Juliet...Revisited
A modern look at Romeo and Juliet.Let me tell you a story about two young lovers,A tragic love story, been told by many others. The servants of Montague, and of Capulet,Fought for their Masters, sometimes until death. Escalus warned them not to breach the peace again,Or he would see to it...
Imperfect Perfection
Love is rarely perfectLove weaves a web of lossthrough my coreas I covet you. Perpetual days of torment,unfinished thoughts of youtaunt my past and future. Silent cries ride the backof an impossible avowal,always only a wish. My heart wails in your absence,I miss you incurably...
I see him standing over there,hands in pockets, unawarethat I know he covets me. Does he know it can never be? My friend is most dear to me,I need him here can't he see?To talk me through my silly fearsand sweep away all my tears. My heart belongs to anot...
A Week You Said
Is a week long enough?Who is going to make you laugh? Who is going to laugh with you when you crack your silly redneck jokes? It's not going to be me. A week you said. No contact at all you said. Think about if I want you as you are now and let go of you as I want you to be, a...
The Humble Cucumber
What is so special about cucumbers?Can anybody tell me just what is so special about cucumber sandwiches? You know those dainty, crustless smelly little things you sometimes get at parties? I loathe cucumbers. I loathe brussel sprouts more though but that's another story I will write somet...
How Can I Choose?
Is making a choice ever easy?Is it possible to cope simultaneously with the torment of choosing whether I will to stay and accept less than I desire, or the agony of wanting to walk away because I know you'll never be able to give me what I want? Something that means everything to me...
When We Get Old
How much have we changed by the time we get old?What if we change What if we stop being us Will we still want us? When we get old… What if I change What if I can’t smile anymore Will you help me smile? When we get old… What if you change What if you stop loving me Will I still love you? When we get old...
A Married Man
Why did she choose a married man?“A married man?” my sister asked. “Yes, a married man.” “Why a married man?” my nosey sister asked. “The married ones are the best.” I told her. “I suppose so, they usually have some don’t they?” she persisted. “Yes, usually they do.” I replied. Sister si...