regretful happenings often
in their aftermath
are cause of
endless
sweet
pain
Triggered by time
some
truths
remain
hidden – some
are triggered by time
to reveal their true character
For her own good
I
don’t
like to
hide things from
her – it’s for her good
what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her
The sting of rejection
the
wound
healed but
the sting of
rejection serves as
reminder of my impudence
Tornadoes of my thoughts
the tornadoes of my thoughts
want to ruffle your
silken hair
and watch
you
squirm
Pages of perfection
I
tried
to add
my story
but failed to add a
thing to the pages of perfection
The truth often hurts
tell
me
a lie
once again
the truth often hurts
cannot handle one any more
Stolen sentiments
I
can
only
write about
stolen sentiments
never experienced real love
A dream in a tear
I
sat
alone
crying me
a dream in a tear
I cried myself my life today
March Writing Prompts
Story of a night
Crumpled sheets and tousled hair tell
story of a night
spent tossing
about
in
bed
