To see him,
you’d think,
he’s shy and sweet
The puppy dog eyes
Those innocent, sly, glances
They say, looks can be deceiving
He’s proof, this is accurate
The way he licks those lips,
is anything but inhibited
Only one skilled in the
art of seduction,
could wordlessly,
There was once a time
When the words graced the mind
Now the mind,
Struggles to find any words
To pull together
The simplest of phrases
#Muse#musings#poem#poetry#thoughts
One always hears the words:
Rise from the ashes
The phoenix song heard loud and far
The girl burnt down
Reduce to mer ash
The fools
She was reborn
More powerful
Her beauty in and out blinded those
Who tried to poison her
#selflove#poetry#poem#poetrycommunity#newbeginnings
Whoever bright idea it was to decide to switch my office and bedroom around, needs to be fired.
I need to fire myself.... haha.
So close tho. Should be fully done tomorrow
@AlicenWrites I keep mine because I love going back and reading some of the old conversations with people. Some just vanished and it's nice to go back and remember 😌
I gave him a look
"Don't worry. I've spent my whole life falling in love with people who didn't love me back." I told him.
"It's nothing new."
#poem#poetry#Writer#writtenword#Muse
Blood splatters across mezzanine floor. Brain matter congeals up walls. The body burns in the fireplace.
"Now, now, Master George, what has occurred here?"
"I didn't care for the new governess, Mama. She's gone now."
#horrorprompt#vsshorror
He had this way of
caressing his chin
when he was nervous
Watching his fingers move
in that manner was hypnotic
and calmed me
We were a series
of contradictions
But, our love never fell
out of sync
Those hands
His hands
Both tender and rough
How beautiful they look dancing across ivory keys
How easily the
rhythm changes
when they morph
into my favorite accessory
as he presses them
against my neck
#poem#poetry#Muse#HoldMyHand#hands