I wish I could tell you The things I hide inside Lay out my broken parts For your eyes to see. I wish I was brave enough To tell you of the pain I feel The agony of being forgotten Too many times to count. I want to tell you everything About who I am and...
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I had just failed to see your scheduled parting, the swift tearing apart from flesh, love and desire. It was just one moment in a never forgotten day when all pieces came together; the days of persistent silence, the messages blatantly ignored, the meanin...
And I walked to the neighbourhood where you used to live years back, I stood in front of the house, the one that used to be yours long ago, seems other people live there now I looked at the old door, iron, and glass, and I saw behind it the very steps I u...
The perennial rhythm of the waters, the swift gliding of birds in flight, the bright light of mid-mornings giving days some eerie insight, the lingering scent of love stories pervading the nostalgia of twilight, the lush shade of evergreen gardens, and th...
Your warm hello hid the memory of countless goodbyes, your charming smile hid the tears you caused along your cool way, your beloved carefree manner hid the sadly shuffled steps of those you coldly discarded. and at some odd meeting point lust and desire...
Ice cold droplets on rosebuds fated to die under the first frost, an untended garden lost in time, a house blurred in the fog, hours rushing to their swift end, unopened books inviting dust, a sun struggling pitifully to rise, a moon declining its own lig...
Nothing, Your elusive presence still haunts the persistent silence. Nothing. Your boyish smile of old still dances wrapped in memories. Nothing. Your voice of soft tones still echoes in the growing distance. Nothing. Your body of graceful lines still rest...
The arms of an abandoned woman become the hands of a huge clock moving resignedly to meet the hour, while holding the pain of the world. The eyes of an abandoned woman become beacons in the darkness, bearing witness to the grief around. The legs of an aba...
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In the joyous light of our encounter lay the darkness of our parting, in our burning desire for each other lay the cold detachment of later days. The death of feeling and recognition hid in the frenzy of spiralling climaxes while the coldness of our goodb...
She loved him far too much, he wanted her far too much, he pursued her once she smiled at him she pursued him once he ran away, he missed her for a while when she was gone, she missed him even when he was home, he didn´t try to forget her, no use at all,...
Just now I remembered you, years have not faded your memory, time has not killed my feelings, desire flows through my veins and my spirit remains indómitable. You gave me once the gift of lust, of laughter in the face of time, of love wrapped in companion...
The limbs of a forgotten woman are like hands of a dead clock, trying to turn and signal the hours only to find stillness and silence. Desire flows through her body, only to find its object gone, tears of pain and solitary climaxes course her face erasing...