Why do I love him? I don't know. I just love him.
What do I love about him? He takes care of his health naturally.
When did I start to love him? 24 April 2024
Only three digits: zero, two and four.
How deadly easy that was.
I loved someone in the past.
I ended up with a broken heart.
When can I tell you of my feelings for you?
I don't know, and I don't think so.
Does any one knows what love is?
It is something only the heart can tell.
Not even the logical brain can help.
Certainly, you do not love me.
You used words that hurt me deeply.
Goodbye my love, goodbye BB.
It was not intended to be.
It would go away easily.
Reginald laughed,
Entering the bar boldly.
"Just another day in paradise"…
Escaping the cold,
Clasping the big envelope
To his chest, not letting go.
"each to their own", he said,
Dejectedly.
Discouragement besieges my certainty like
clear blue skies swallowing up the noonday sun.
Anxiety trespasses with spears aimed to unguarded
thoughts like water rising on deck from an unruly blue sea.
My syncopated language scat of failure
like a night of blustering blues.
Pillaging my ears and ravaging my mindset's goals and dreams.
In my humble world
Only if you never appeared
Tears I couldn’t shed
Why did we have to reach this day?
That you have left me in dismay
Our hearts once held in a strong bond
Burning inside, you left my heart like brond
In a union of feelings
You danced to my tunes
In my ears, you whispered words of love
With pain, you left the mourning dove
We spat on burning fire with hope
Together we climbed the slippery slope
Night has broken, but dawn not ushered
The dream of togetherness shuttered
A lot of folks love these appetizers that are deep fried.
I attempted to make my own. I certainly tried.
For a viable recipe, a long time I hunted.
However, they didn’t turn out the way I wanted.
I took key ingredients and rolled them up in thin dough.
Shrimp, pork, and vegetables was the way I would go.
Just what did I get for all my toil?
The skins broke apart, and all was scattered through the oil.
Before I ever attempt a second undertaking,
I would like to know how to keep those things from breaking.
Failure is an opportunity to try again
Luck teaches nothing and is no special friend
Failure teaches us to search from with in
Believing in luck is the worst kind of sin
For failure, Murphy's Law is a tool
Teaching perfection is a divine duty and rule
Failure teaches us to start from beginning
It's the small steps that start with our winning
Learn from those who failed before
Develope a strategy find ways to score
Allways rely on maps, tables and plans
They are the prophecy of failure in hand
Teach the importance that we pass test
Failure is the father of Perfection
Persistance, faith and wisdom teach the lessons
For every failure there is away to grow
For every great task, there's the right way to go
Love,
You awoke me in Winter's playground,
2006,
Four wind-chapped cheeks brewing with embarrassment,
And twenty fraying fingernail beds.
Reece.
He kissed me under mistletoe
And I cried to my Mummy
When he couldn't find you like you found me.
It wasn't long before you fooled me again.
I thought I caught you, hiding in the pupils of the Devil,
Beneath the honey sheets of Sam's cotton trap,
Who wasn't so sweet in the daylight,
And beneath Saint Valentine's February sun,
Hiding in Jordan's words,
And at the bottom of a bottle,
Left on a beach for the world to see.
I was searching with my eyes closed,
Falling apart,
Falling into the arms of George.
Into your arms.
And at night we were more than naked,
We were transparent.
I could feel each rib again mine,
And see right into the core of his chest.
A pulsating brass mirror.
And you're still here, Love,
Knotting my exhausted veins,
Invading my every thought,
Outstaying your welcome.