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Too Much Love

 I have been too much in love, to see the sorrow it hides.. I have seen pain, while love grows insane, I have cried all night, when all I wanted was to end the fight..   I have been too much in love, to see the lack of depth inside.. I have seen smiles, that don’t mean anything, I have seen teardrops, that fall and deny, I have seen broken pieces, scattered everywhere, when all I wanted was someone to hold me together..   I have been too much in love, to ignore the poison that kills one side.. I have slept through open eyes.. waiting on responses, I have kept withholding the lies.. sitting at the table for hours, I have seen myself vanquishing, trying to fit into a dress I will never wear.. when all I wanted was someone to stop treating me as a spare..   I have been too much in love, look at how obsessive this all sounds.. I hope when you read it, you still find me around.. amidst empty cups dusting a shelf, with a picture frame, of us still looking at each other.. ...

Little Girl Wants To Play

It’s getting windy..
Like a storm coming.
The burnt leaves start to rustle..
Gathering for the final hustle.
Dirt sprinkles through the air..
Thunder effects flickering on this affair.
Her swing travels high..
Ignoring the flock of birds as they cry.
Tiny drops touching her cheeks..
Looking up that very cloud she seeks.
How will I go?
Her toes goes slow as she speaks.
Finding a pair of eyes..
Running at one breath she flies.
On his arms as she lies.
Let’s go it’s late..
Dusk is turning a darker shade.
But before we fade..
Sit here by my side..
While I scrape you some mud and clay.
As papa’s little girl still wants to play..
And now this storm will not dare to go the wrong way.

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