Romance

On a railway station

sometimes relationships can get very tangled.

There was nothing
But the relentless rain
Dragging mascara tears down my cheeks
There was nothing
But the empty street
Stretching away from my still feet
There was nothing

The dream ends the same every night.

I have dreamed of my death for many years now. My bare feet move across a cold dark marble floor. A sea of ringlets of red hair lay down my back.

...But she wasn't really a rose... That's a joke.

Clip from my book project

This is a section from the book i am working on.
It is a story about my life,I would love
feedback on the idea,or anything really.

The way the wine dribbled down the bottle
and you wiped it with your hand –
licked your fingers as it drizzled down your chin

It was a black and white landscape.
Black waves brushing the silent beach
Where white sand curled around my numb feet.

That was the night we chased each other with the waves

....

....

Walking home with a heart as heavy
As my feet on the wet tarmac.

Above my head, the streetlamps light the afternoon
Competing with the dying sun to light my way.

In my garden, I walk bare foot
Amid the lush green-grass wet with dew.
Above are trees standing majestic like fortresses.

A thing bright and beautiful.

Before and after every situation there is a place where we measure life and love .

He’s afraid you’re seeing someone,
But has been too cautious to say.

I saw your face;
It was lovely to see.
Only this time,
It didn’t mean half as much to me.

Steps leading down to the river
Down to the water where it rushes,
Rushes over rocks smoother
Than his smile.

Her feet on the stones were light,
Bare toes brushing the hewn
Stone.

Staring back at me, your face is cold. It shows none of the warmth that I know mine holds.