My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Tabula rasa mantra counting beads don't breathe exhale onlystreet scenes and water fountains the park feels familiar but it's all in the unknown and discovery he reaches for my hand as we walk intimacy between palms and fingers odd sensation but somewhat...welcomed © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
It’s not how many notes How many notes you play It’s the spaces in between Like lines between words Of woe or endearment It's the silence That lingers in the air Silence that lingers After making love Spaces in between - lines, notes, words Silence floats Peacefully above Floats peacefully While lovers embrace Quiet gentle …
…too often in the solitude of when all is said and done after the passions have been met when the dead of night begins its decline and the morning light starts to rise there is an emptiness that comes over me taking me by surprise in the before day-break ride heading home when angst begins …
She counts all the men that have come and gone rise and fall tiny notches on her wall and they will never know what piece of her they have taken with them and it's not anything transparent or cliche words that rhyme or step away it's the subtleties in her voice the way she touched …
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