Phil The Local Writer
Wabi- Sabi way of life
Phil The Local Writer
Wabi- Sabi way of life
Wabi- Sabi way of life
Wabi- Sabi way of life
Good morning Baby “she said Something bout you calling me baby lightens up my insides “he said “
He wrote
A lot of butterflies leaving my belly A lot of smiles when I look at my celly With just a text this girl has been making me smile lately She Lightens up my insides and makes me happy i think I am on molly I hope it lasts I hope she keeps calling me baby
A lil something for you mi-lady
Phil the local writer
What is love ?, No one really knows We are all in constant search for an accurate response Is it the feeling you get wen you look at her? Or the unexplainable fact that you know it’s all wrong but prefer the pleasure-able pain? I think it is to delight in her beauty so much so that all your defenses crumble . But I don’t know .
What is love ? Is it the preference to see the rights and ignore all the wrongs ? Or is it that 5 minute stare of her face in awe ? Rather I think it is the speechlessness that comes when she looks at you . But I will be intelligent enough to finally accept the foolishness that comes with love . And I still can’t say for sure is that love ?
What is love ? Is it the increase in heart beat wen you see him coming closer ? Or the numbness you feel when he smiles at you ? Still can’t be compared to the goosebumps you get when you feel his gentle fingers glide through your back as you dance Or can it be said to be the annoying fact that everyone else irritates you except that one person .
What is love ? I still ask Expecting no exact answer I say , love can not be explained But when it comes you surely will know
Pʜɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴀʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ
Alienated and deserted She feels alone In fear of the unknown She decides to stay at home Rolled up in her sheets She cries as she looks at his pics
Broken into pieces Just like broken glass Pieces of her heart scattered on the floor And can not be put together no more
She was there by him during the crash Felt his soul leave his body She still remembers his voice She still feels his warmth
There he sleeps silently in heavenly places But I still feel his soul linger around me During those lonely times he listens to me And I know if he reads this he will laugh and say ….
Come over here Gimme a kiss You know I love how you smell Do you love me ?
Oh He possessed the most beautiful smile I’ve seen He made me want to sin Turned my mind into a crime scene I was addicted to him and now can’t get clean
He called me Saturn 🪐that day he put the ring
I remember how I cried
Saturn cried
Saturn still cries
Saturn never dies
Messages can be deleted
Memories will stay
Damian made me insane
Crushed my heart
Put me through pain
“Hey sera I don’t know how to tell you this . I have a family and a kid. I won't like to continue this any more . It’s all about me and not you . You deserve better . Pls don’t call me or text I love my family and don’t wanna ruin it . “
Just like the wind carry the waters downhill So did 3 years of love go down the drain I found myself in a loop of constant pain Thinking of what I did to deserve such deadlock Fvck love
I still listen to our favorite song Now alone Still can’t forget the taste of your lips And the curves on those hips It’s always magic when we in those sheets So many intimate memories
I thought I’d seen it all Till I met you So many fantasies Coming to reality demons I didn’t know I have Creeping out my belly
I didn’t like u I just thought you were cute But I found myself drawing pictures of you I found myself smiling at your boring jokes
These day love is just an illusion Very odd time to love But you made me believe love exists I know the next person you meet will be the luckiest
Heavy is the pen Underneath these beautiful notes Underneath these beautiful verses Is a writer consumed by ambition Consumed by love for art and action Trying to portray his struggle and battles Through this pen He has the power to create images in his head But through the pen He has a super power ,he is a hero And his sword is a pen Sometimes it gets heavy and the hand gets weary Heavy is the pen to the one who carried it