the doormat
giving much needed comfort
to weary soles(souls)
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the doormat
giving much needed comfort
to weary soles(souls)
summer night’s storm
lovers wait hand in hand
for the Thunder-Moon
alone on the terrace
gazing at the pink moon
thoughts of you abound
the love was painful
and she was guilt ridden
so…she walked away
soaring waves
embracing the parched sands
the way you engulfed me
I fear
All those who love me
Shall stop
Being a part of my life
Or
Maybe
I stop being a part of theirs
in these troubled times
an accidental interlude with you
my sweet serendipity
smile and laugh
let the crease lines form
don’t hold back life
hold my hand
look into my eyes
make me fall in love again
it’s strange
how you can un-love
someone you loved