Close

Close

Cheek to cheek  

Smooth and coarse 

Combine 

Mouth to mouth

Breath for breath 

Lips slowly slip 

Intertwined 

Collect

I will collect

The weight of your smile 

The trickle of your voice

The warmth of your hand 

 and wrap them up 

To take them out 

On lonely days 

and feel you once again

Painting day 2

The drought is over

Well blog friends, I have some good news, I started an oil painting today! The first one in about a year :) 

So here are today's progress pics :

I am a fountain

I am a fountain
blue and crystalline
removed of leaves
debris left by seasons
of wind and storm

rippling softly
empty and pure
now water can flow
bursting forth
with movement and sound

Perfect Verse

Perfect Verse

I am entranced 

lulled into longing 

by the mere idea of you 

when you appear 

at the end 

of all my quirky 

yet sappy films

Lost young men 

locate themselves in you

and troubled girls 

find rest from their weary ways 

so deep

so engulfing 

you save

satisfy

ratify 

And in my cloud of thoughts 

I wander 

staring at my dashboard 

as buildings and cars

whiz past 

What are you?

Did Ben Gibbard 

peg you right?

Is all your bewitching beauty

just a lie ?

The best

The best

All I want is the best for you right?

Even if that's not me

I am a girl who will challenge 

push and shove

I will believe more of you

and see more in you 

But she takes you as you are

She wants no change

She looks at you

and sees what she wants

I see what I want you to see

So maybe old friend 

Right now I'm not what you need

And I certainly know now

you were not the best for me