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

tell
me
a lie
once again
the truth often hurts
cannot handle one any more

I
can
only
write about
stolen sentiments
never experienced real love

I
sat
alone
crying me
a dream in a tear
I cried myself my life today
March Writing Prompts

Crumpled sheets and tousled hair tell
story of a night
spent tossing
about
in
bed

I
wish
to not
miss you when
the going gets tough
with you, I can conquer the world

sentimental situations
mute admirations
temptations
questions
you
me

love
used
to have
a language
of its own – no more;
cupid mourns the lost alphabet