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When you think

When you think your heart is already broken It can still break a little more When you think all has shriveled up and dried The fall kicks you some more When you think you are so hollow But your breath... Continue Reading →

Little Girls

Little girls are a lot of pink And a lot of lace and frills too Little girls are a lot of love And soft hair and tendrils too Little girls are a lot of tantrums And a lot of passion... Continue Reading →

In some corner of his heart

He cuts her out Keeps her out Removes her methodically from every part of his life She smiles Coz she must mean something In some corner of his heart For him to to go such lengths To forget her.

When I Miss You

I let a cigarette smoke me I let some alcohol consume me I let music lift me and dump me I let the lights and darkness seduce me I let my breath just empty me I let all the memories... Continue Reading →

Another World

I'm neither missed when I'm gone Nor I fulfill when I'm with you You neither stay with me Nor you feel the distance from me I neither bring you happiness Nor you have any complaints against me You neither crave... Continue Reading →

Broken Paths

She thought all paths that led to him were broken All dead ends, no roads that led to him She sat and wondered if he would appear She called out, albeit softly And for sure, he was there For the... Continue Reading →

When my brow burns

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When my brow burns and there is a tickle in my nose

I pop a pill and sip my saffron tea

I snuggle up with a hot water bag

I tuck myself and I put my feet up

But I long for you and your cool hand on my eyes

I miss you mommy and your lap where I’d rest my head

I am many decades old but I still want thee

When my brow burns and there a tickle in my nose.

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Parallal

You cannot walk with me But you can walk besides me You cannot hold my hand But you still do care So be it - Don't meet me, coz our lines don't meet You still walk with me, ad infinitum,... Continue Reading →

You.

After a long day, you are like a.. ..a hot shower for aching bones A soft murmur for a tired soul Gentle fingers in messy hair Soft hands on burning temples Cold water on tired feet A stubborn ray that... Continue Reading →

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