Mother and wife..Considered an “old soul”, I love the workings of Shakespeare, Sir Thomas More, Sir Thomas Wyatt, etc. Just an inspiring author of romance/thriller.. poetry, novels and such.
Mother and wife..Considered an “old soul”, I love the workings of Shakespeare, Sir Thomas More, Sir Thomas Wyatt, etc. Just an inspiring author of romance/thriller.. poetry, novels and such.
I awoke on the soft cotton sheet that we laid out for ourselves last night. The salty sea air blowing my hair in my face. Smiling, running my hand next to me, seeking her touch but all I felt was the fabric under my fingers. As I open my eyes, the smallest light peeking out from the horizon as the sun is starting to rise.
Sitting up, I look around, gathering my thoughts of last night. Laying wit...
Unbuttoning the opening to my side bags on my mare, feeling a presence walk up behind me. Turning to see my father, a slight smile on his face, as he reaches out and give me a quiver full of arrows. Smiling back at him, noticing the deep redness of his eyes and sunken black bags underneath them.
It’s been one week since mother was killed. Not killed but slaughtered, humiliated, and not even her b...
Words could never describe,
My everlasting love for you,
Like no other book would define.
The sky immaculate blue,
But now growing grey,
Like a storm coming in full view.
Not even when I pray,
On bended knee,
The storm remains to stay.
Never to be free,
I close my eyes and see your face,
Refusing to get up and flee.
The storm gathers at fast pace,
Suffocating my lungs,
Winds teari...
Shattered and broken upon the floor,
Like my heart beating in my chest,
Watching you walk out through the door.
Snatching my soul from my breast,
Never again able to trust,
Even when I saw you at your best.
Misunderstood your love for lust,
Like broken glass my heart is no more,
Tainted like iron beginning to rust.
Loving you from my core,
But now you’ve left me in the dark,
Just like...