Broken beyond repair
Love is a poem; this rhyme I dedicate
Is the sound of birds singing – the sound of birds singing?
Down a dim path in the late afternoon
Hanging out with a group of friends
Sitting in chairs on the balcony; Watching the sky’s tears.
Hearing the “drip drip drip” of the rain onto the corners of the awning.
I want to know you … And not in the Biblical sense.
A silent scream erupts as a roar from my mouth
A flogger’s sting gently caresses you skin
Looking into his dark brown sleepy eyes time sped up, slowed down, and reversed all at the same time.
She had a sweet tooth, but that wasn’t anything new. Continue reading
The hair on her arm stood up from the electric charge the cool breeze created. She rubbed the area softly, as he would, caressing it, massaging it beneath his rough hands.