I carry you around with me, A pebble in my shoe, A backpack heavy with regrets, An invisible blade stuck in my chest, A blood stain on my conscience, A wound in my memory, Through which images and scenes seep through, Remnants from better times, When you and me, The two of us, Shared a … Continue reading The Aftertaste of Sorrow
She is the kind of woman For whom the red trench coat was invented The kind of woman Red lipstick paints her lips so well The kind of woman Made for photographing on the street, Best admired from a distance Haughty, proud, narcissistic Or only appearing so, Alone in a crowded city A red raincoat … Continue reading Woman In Red
When I walk through the russet park On a carpet of dying leafs And come upon a deserted bench Sprinkled with dew drops and rotting at the edges, That’s when I think of you. * When it’s raining on the streets And raindrops die upon the pavement And I splash through muddy pools alongside strangers, … Continue reading You In My Thoughts
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