everywhere time inscribes his indelible marks there remains one untainted corner beneath a thousand wounds of boiling sensitivities our hearts are a lab creating poetic alchemy a lonely place where the unloved transform melancholy into poetry
On Thursday, after completing my volunteering gig, I hopped into an Uber to partake in my Thanksgiving meal. There was a small accident. Spent the night in emergency. MRIs and x-rays show no damage. Just very sore.
I will be slow answering comments. And I am trying to catch up on blog reading. Hope all are well.
You sit there sad and lonely forgotten by lost lovers but painful memories never fade afraid to love again terrified to grow old alone you shelter your heart from all the hurt and pain lovely girl unloved you will forever remain
Now If it were up to me I’d embrace your lonely hours and wrap myself in a blanket of their discomforting solitude banish all your demons erase every unforgettable scar Turn your tears into wine Possess your every nightmare If only you were mine