Air

Sulk! Say it. Don’t keep it. What have I done? Control not yourself, Loosen up, don’t restraint. I can’t read between the lines. Tell me it’s breaking my heart; I know I am damn, I am hurt too. We’re dying, this air, this space, killing us.     P.S In response to NovemberNotes challenge hosted

Perfect Strangers

I saw you from a distance I recognized you in an instance Remembered years back When I met you   “Next please” I was inattentive, I was distracted   You were busy bustling, you were out engaging. Perfect strangers back then we were, ’till we perfectly fell hard for each other.     Day 8

Cold Summer Day

Day 7 prompt: Yellow by Cold Play In response to NovemberNotes challenge hosted by SarahDoughty of Heartstring’s Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writer   I see you, baby, In cold summer day Wondering how to get you I melted like a dew. The sun shone brightly On your skin, oh so lovely Remembering how

Between the Lines

Unspoken words, I heard for the first time Twas scornfully fair Yet romantically dear.   Uncleared intentions, I resolved this moment. So spitefully adoring But clearly confusing.   Unfelt fondness, Relished by now. How painstakingly fragile And affectionately frail.   You hurt me. You broke me.   Day Four Prompt: Between The Lines – Sara Bareilles