I was minding my own business when these words started forming in my head… It sounded pretty so I picked my phone and started writing…. enjoy Maybe it was the way the wind carried her perfume. It was strong. Tickled your nose every time she was around. Maybe it was the way the airwaves whispered her footsteps. You would hear her heels dance with the ground moments before you sensed her. And when you saw her, you would see the glory of skin. Glistening and smooth, her pores we
You don’t need to speak before the echoes roll in here. You don’t have to get drenched to know the raindrops are beating your skin Here, there is more to wind than the dust in eyes and falling trees. This one is a quiet storm. It’s on the inside. You feel everything. You know everything. And when the storm passes, and the turmoil ends, You don’t search for what the storm took away. You recover it all. #storms #survival #blogger #blogging #blog #poetry #poet #poem #emotions
I’m desperate and wanting.
Waiting and thinking.
Dipping and fetching.
Hungry and thirsting.
Yet, it’s not my first time.
I’ve gone full circle.
And I’m still searching. Man:
Woman, you are thirsty!
Your are wilted and dry inside. Woman:
You need not say it.
For I can feel it and you can see it.
I have been here, waiting for you to give me water that I may not thirst again. Man:
Not only do I see it, but I feel it, too.
But we have been here before.
Then, I gave