January 12, 2020 how our words are mistaken for meaning we walk between the linesand empty dots mark unfinished sentences we are no poetsperformingread what's not been writtenoftenuntold stories are the most pure of them all Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels micropoetry 🇬🇧 Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments
November 01, 2019 nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree,wind rustling the remaining leavesgnarly branches,black against the moonthe sweetest dreams,taking residence in my heartyou & Ian impossible possibilitythe sheets will not reveal my secrets Read more
In silence November 29, 2018 never would there evermore a song upon a breeze for music has forsaken us went lost among the trees now darkness has surrounded us and vanquished all the light in silence now we just await the visitor in the night Read more
November 23, 2019 casting my eyes to groundI find our morning shadows fadingdark clouds have gathered to shade our sunwe own our separate thoughtsboth wrought with guiltI love youstillbut my heart beats out of synclet the rain pour downI am now ready to drown Read more
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