It’s a dark place, with lies and deceit lurking in every shadowed corner You speak but I can no longer hear, my blood rushing, deafening me Yet there you sit, relaxed and calm hiding behind your chameleon smile Relentless in your lies, your eyes become so vocationally skilled It’s a dark place to find yourself when you end up in the eye of love.
Photographer & Poet - for fun. Mother to three - for real. Owned by a 10 year old 'puppy' boxer - yes owned ! Self employed book-keeper and also studying for my diploma in Garden Design. Love walking, cooking, reading, listening to music (classical mainly), watching Morse, Lewis and Poirot. Participant in life - it's not a spectator sport !
That one day you and me walking together accompanying Empty wet road, tree canopy Raining flowers, kissing wind Humming souls of vestal love reveals up, Fell in love with your magical talks and top notch character Even sun seems stygian