Of Love by Nichita Stanescu She remains bored and very beautiful her black hair is angry, her bright hand for ages now has forgotten me,- for ages too has forgotten itself, hanging as it has from the neck of a chair. In the lights I drown myself, set my jaws against the coursing of the […]
I shouldn’t send you cookies. I shouldn’t send you sunsets. I shouldn’t remind you of the past, nor should I care. But I do.
My heart feels like a shattered glass thrown unto the floor, broken into splinters by the woman I adore.
More than a beautiful face. Pretty, but witty. Elegant and intelligent. Erotic and exotic. Eyes alone can not see your true beauty.
The handle of the sword Is rough so that we may hold fast When the battle comes.
Mercurial. Ever changing. Enigma. How can I describe you, capture you, encapsulate the fire? You are an uncatchable will o the wisp leading me to my doom, a succubus sucking my soul with every bat of your eyes or smile that entrances me. You incite desires of carnal pleasure, of smiles over coffee, of laughter […]
As we walked down different roads, hopefully towards a common end I picked up a stone from the path. Just a common rock, flecked with sparkles, flashes of beauty in the everyday downtrodden earth. I carried it with me for miles, turning it in my hand as you turned in my mind and my heart […]
The light fades. Gold turning black as another chance is lost, and never coming back.
Îmi place de tine. Țin la tine. Romanian as a Romance Language is superior to English for expressing the 1000 Levels Draga Mea.
Your mug slips from your fingers, smashing and splashing coffee across the rug. An indelible stain, an irrevocable breaking as my soul splatters broken bits scattered across the floor of our lives.