meet this good girl with some kinks souls get wrapped around her fingers in a blink trade blood and tears with her for a ring try to…… Read more “she”
Tag: poem
Clandestine
“Always be ready to leave, first thing in the morning, and late into the nights” Everytime is the last time We’re lying next to each other My…… Read more “Clandestine”
Lyrics to a folk song
Who’d want to be remembered as a lover that gives everything they ever had to another soul, without thinking twice, Midnight drives, snuggling so tight next to…… Read more “Lyrics to a folk song”
Như hơi thở
Hôm trước, chị tớ bảo,” Bạn ấy và em, đến với nhau như hơi thở” Tớ tự hỏi, “bạn nào cơ, và thật vậy sao?”. Một buổi…… Read more “Như hơi thở”
First dates
Sometimes I dwell to much on the idea of finishing each other’s sentences, falling asleep so soundly next to each other odering in dinner and Netflix, Intimacy…… Read more “First dates”
Us portrayed in the Elizabethan theatre
– in the voices of Goneril and Edmund of William Shakespeare’s “King Lear” (my new found alter egos) in a never-ending one woman show (Photo credit: elizabethanenglandlife.com)…… Read more “Us portrayed in the Elizabethan theatre”
Morning routine
(Photo credit: Colossal sleep) I wonder how long it’s been Since I used to wake up this early in the morning Taking a deep, conscious breath with…… Read more “Morning routine”
Staying alive
Life just gets a little more interesting When you rename a song with someone’s name Your blanket suddenly smells like his You are swept off your feet,…… Read more “Staying alive”
His and hers
He looks like he’s just stepped out from “Aladdin” – the fairy tale
And suddenly he became her fairy tale
The Princess and her Stray
These heels are killing my feet Can I take them off and walk barefoot? I know it’s not very ladylike, and so unlike me It just rained,…… Read more “The Princess and her Stray”
