Staring at ceiling, pondering the life meaning. Need a love jump-start.
When I first met you I wore my heart on a sleeve. Now I wear sleeveless.
Carnival masks shed. Our love sinking like Venice, Slowly but surely.
As the dawn breaks out I lock and load my resolve to break free from you.
Loneliness, the cruel tyrant of souls. It should be behind bars, locked. In a solitary cell. Lonely.
“Penny named the baby Tristan. We thought it was after the legend of Tristan and Isolde but she said it … More A short excerpt from the book I am writing
The hidden sadness shamelessly resurfacing with the tide of wine.
In the book of past your place is now firmly sealed and the page is torn.
Lovers holding hands I watch them disquieted, For I walk alone.
I sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet. You toxic, toxic, toxic. We over, over.