“Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.” I don’t remember how you looked…. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading
Originally posted on I Write Her:
? Clarity – a clear foundation of understanding. Educating is facilitating a peace within. A rapid settling of unease. Precise, clear knowing deposited at each other’s…
The stranger song Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers?Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through. Now we sit together. Your eyes had died and your… Continue reading
Amazing poetry shared by a amazing poet.
Originally posted on Just a Girl Lost 2:
They say all poets at some point in time possess and express in overabundance one or two or three or four of the traits listed below:…
Paris, London, Basel or Barcelona…. We were wanderlust, whiskey kisses and sleeping till noon. We loved clotheless mornings and afternoon meals. We loved loud music and we loved the sea. I would tell… Continue reading
You are my music….. We found love in the lost and found. You are the most beautiful gal in the world. I remember your smile, I remember your laughter. I painted your skin… Continue reading
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were long.The splendor… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading
Originally posted on Love, Ashley.:
January? I am learning that new life Doesn’t change the past But it might just be able to heal it. Welcome to the world, little oneI hope you fall in love…
