Every now and then, a fire lights up and you succumb to it. You kiss and giggle and moan, and so much more, every now and then.
I've kissed you a thousand times, Each time a little differently.
This is probably the shortest poem I've written so far, but I really liked the concept and wanted to do it. I hope you enjoy this and share it! Here is a list of things she smelled of: Sunlight. Beginnings. Expensive perfume. Hot chocolate. Feelings. and a list of things she looked like: A crisp … Continue reading A list of things about her.
Addictions and lies. One can be addicted to the wrong things. Here are some of my addictions. I'm addicted to coffee. There are more dirty mugs in my sink and empty coffee bottles in my dustbin than the number of people I trust. The first conversation I have in the day is with a steaming … Continue reading Addictions and lies.
This is Submission TWELVE of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. You fixed me with the price of ruining yourself Do you remember the first thing I told you when you said that you loved me? “You're mistaken.” With “I love you too” … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (12)