You came like a dream, When I had myself all along Wondering all the while To have admired The bloom of my years all alone Then did fate intervene To conjure up a tale Baked in the early morning sun And held your luptuous frame Distinctly from the fleeting tribes Still to go a few trotting miles I forged ahead Levered by a conscience tucked aside I stood behind you Feigning something gone amiss Still close enough Taking in the breeze And the aroma that came with it Your hair fluffed in the brazen wind Outreaching its length But falling short of any intimacy Which was a far cry From what appeared to be A betrayal to your very nubile efficacy You waited to be a story unearthed For there seemed no light In going back unpeturbed
Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.
Little lady only 13. Never pretty enough but smart as can be. No friends just books. Mom overworked so no dinner just lonely. She was bullied for years: isolated in insecurity, abandonment, and unhappiness until she was 17. Senior year
This is about someone special Someone so special that any special person could be to anyone And sharing with you about this special person Makes me feel special too I look back to the times I spent with him Where