LADY OF YESTERDAY’S DREAM

POETRY 5648 Dear Lady of yesterday’s dream, You were my sleepless nightsAnd well played melodies.You were my addictionAnd your amber eyes; my flicker of hope. I was once a maundererA Lone Ranger with a confused heart.You gave meaning to my worthless lifeAnd stung me with betrayal’s smile.I deserved better than your white lies. That yesterday,YouContinue reading “LADY OF YESTERDAY’S DREAM”

WAILING QUILL

Have you ever seen words That pierce the heart like arrows, Or a nest inhabiting not birds, But a crowd of bedfellows? Maybe, just maybe a yes. I met her on the sunshine of March. Perhaps shining, but she was an angel of mess. She seemed a perfect match With glows of the august coloursContinue reading “WAILING QUILL”

THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS

The Woman of My Dreams Eyes like dark spotted diamonds,Lips like a painter’s artHairs, united in little knots,Her voice was the checkmate. She’s pleasant on the outsidebut smeared on the inside:A childhood of trauma,A life time of depression. Yet, she seemed to be:the evening to my day,the doorway to my home,the potter to my clay,theContinue reading “THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS”

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