Prudy

Do you think of me as gone? I am with you still in each new dawn. I never thought in so short I would be on a pen writing another obituary after "TM in a circle" , saying my goodbyes and so longs to an old friend, a daughter, a mother to a nation in... Continue Reading →

Hurt me, break my heart.

I give myself to you , a sacrifice for I see fit, I've reevaluated all that could go wrong, it outweighs the good in this, what do I see in this, I feel for this, a gentle kiss, I miss my miss, it is what it is when "is" is and not "was" . Comparison... Continue Reading →

A Thirst only you can quinch

Put your intentions clear before you hit me up. See through me like I see in you and not yet through you, see in me what I am truly and not only what I portray, say, say what's it that comes to mind and play through the pauses of life. Paws with claws how every... Continue Reading →

August

The clouds out in numbers, the clouds out and up in competence with the sun rays, what a beautiful morning. It won't rain even when the signs show, it seems so cold even when the sun glows, the wind blows and goes with the same flow, gentle breeze with ease, humble weather, the coloured leather... Continue Reading →

7th floor

Tense in what happens in a room with you and I, with all these strange familiar faces trying to squeeze this lemon of ours into bitter dry.It's in how sweet love can be only to hurt so deep, how we're good together, apart and in secret only to turn backs in a crowd. You see... Continue Reading →

Sleepless nights away from home

Just a street away , cold showers in encouragement of being cousey. The wind blows south, the weather man not so accurate, conversations out the roof. Her heart still don't stand a chance , it feels like it's been far too long in searching, in surf of innerself, they's a place inside locked with a... Continue Reading →

The price I pay for things to go my way

I pay to pave my path, while you're still in search of yours, love is a two way street & I am afraid we might not be heading the same direction, we just crossed paths at a point in time, guidance of split personalities, stuck between a life before me in trade for a life... Continue Reading →

Confused thoughts

The wosrt kind of posion, When love turns to hate And starts feeding on your emotions It turns your mind inside out With rage and anger Heart break, This isn't the first time I guess lightning does strike twice Where to from here? Living with a broken heart And a negative mind The soul is... Continue Reading →

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