You'll find me When the skies darken The Eagles soar high above the clouds Where the woods deepen, The greens cover up like a shroud. When the first drop tastes my lips, More embrace me, Seep within, drench me to the bone, Beat down harder, And in ecstasy, cry out loud. _______________________ This post is … Continue reading The Sound of Rain
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For Sundays
Sundays are for the things you love. For a dip within yourself. For the memories that made you And specially the ones that moulded you. *** Sundays are for you To love yourself, unwind yourself To scatter the pieces of you Carelessly, mindlessly. *** Sundays are for the pajamas, Messy hair, bad breath, For strewing … Continue reading For Sundays
Torn by You
I am addicted to you. Addicted to the searing pain Coursing through my existence When you caress My gaping wounds. In your absence I notice, My addictions are Tearing me apart. When you are Beside me, I realize, I enjoy being torn by you. Image courtesy - abstract.desktopnexus.com
