I would wait forever for you but what good will it do? To have such false hope from my delusional mind. No longer shall I wait in illusions
No words could describe the pain , the yearning of one heart to another , an entrapment of an elusive feeling trigged by chemical desire inbuilt to our DNA.
I spent my time playing in the garden throwing sticks for the chocolate coloured pup as I tried to walk alone the path yet he bounced around wanting to fetch the sticks that I threw, clearly he was in delight that someone was walking within in his masters garden filled with the scents of spring blooms with silk petals that seemed to glow in the radiant sunlight.
The Broken Music Box
Their are all gone their energy pulled away from me, abandoning me in my own sadness and regret. I can feel that I'm alone, a punishment in may way with a silence that's deafening to me, I'm so used to their energy so used to them around me.
Keeper of the corn
There is a farm hidden deep within the darkest depths of a forest, that is locked in a time that's almost forgotten. A forest which is made up of pines with needles so sharp the can cut the flesh of any who pay no attention to their step, for all most remain alone that path that curls its way to a clearly at the heart of this forgotten forest.
As I sit at my writing desk, the quill nib scratching out each letter that I cast out in ink upon the page. The winter fire ablaze cast an amber glow into the room, yet that alone is not enough to light the room, for there upon my desk is a weeping candle. The wind howls outside rattling the glass of the window as if in a moments notice it could crack and shatter, sending snow and glass across the room. I dread to think what the passers by see of this little run down cottage of mine, I'm careful to not stray to near the windows for they taunt me with the word 'witch'. If I'm a witch then surely I am good?
I can smell your scent , its strong and perinates the air yet you are miles away , rumoured in the arms of another . So why astral to me ?
You rang me that yesterday night , your voice smooth as honey as words trickled down my ear in a soft seduction. Your ease with flirting, so well versed like silk it would be hard to refuse an evening with you , so I rushed at the chance to say yes.