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Is there somebody who'll be willing to save my soul, my heart, me. They say I only feel the love I like, they don't know I'm slowly fading dying, drifting away. — Inspired by City Lights by Sara Bareilles. 04.08.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: Unsplash
I still remember: the gentle rush of the calm yet humming cerulean ocean as it hugs the waiting sun-bathed sand and silent shells ashore; the sweet whisper of the whistling wind as it combs the golden grass strands who always beg for more; and then the loud yet soothing klee-ew sounds of the winged gulls… Continue reading Summer Choir
My fingers will never be enough to count how many times you whispered you love me most. Love me more than anyone in the world. Love me more than anything on earth. How you want to have a home with white picket fence, where you and me and our four little kids will live with… Continue reading Velleitie
It took me so many years to find a mountain-home away from the seashore that holds our precious memories. It took me great effort and a sum of money to build this fortress that will protect me from your silent yet screaming ghost. But when I encountered my first storm and I heard the whispers… Continue reading Brontide
my heart still screams your name, though mind says we'll never be the same. your mind's now filled with fame, true love's now not your heart's game. mind tries hard to keep sane, while my heart still screams your name. — 04.07.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: Unsplash
Your loud 'get up' has always been my first day's noise. Now I hear nothing but the ghost of your voice. — 04.05.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: Unsplash
Would a sudden silent goodbye hurt more than a seen screaming lie? — 04.05.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: Unsplash
Spring blooms came earlier than June. Smiles moon shines in starry cocoon. All's lovely colors bold and carefree, it was then you've decided to leave me. Your absence's a sudden nadir cruel enough to snatch my spring's flair. — 04.02.2016 ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: Unsplash
Our old cherry tree is pregnant again with its plump, bloody, cheerful fruits, which always remind me of your red lips as soft as the sound of the flute--- until that wintry day came and turned them so blue and oh, so cold. ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Inma Ibáñez I… Continue reading Cherry Lips
She left me with nothing but two torn pages scrawled softly with her sweet, subtle white lies about him. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Ronny Garcia Moron In response to Mindlovemisery Menagerie: Photo Challenge #124
