to know your heart skips a beat to be the whisper on the tip of your tongue I see the glimmer in your eyes and hear the catch in your breath souls touching this this is more than physical this is love felt Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson
Mere existence pales the eyes weeping their color onto worn steps Recoiling from breath to diminish subsistence Existence has become trivial parody Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson * All is well, my friends. This is just something that I've been plucking at for weeks. It finally feels complete. A bit dark, but I hope you like my creative attempt.
Just under the surface lies hidden Hatred Hatred fogs the mind Hands that can build that can breath life into each of us turn to fists Voices cry out against the hate Two strides forward today we pray only one stride back We stumble seeking answers seeking unity Today and tomorrow Forward Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson Image by John Hain from Pixabay
To listen to my heartbeat and feel my lungs fill with air. To have nothing I have to do no place I'm expected to be. I want to listen to the quiet. The noise of this world has grown and I cannot endure much more. I wish to listen as the stars find their path across the sky. I want to watch the morning dew dissipate with the rise of the sun. The sound of songbirds is enough for me. Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson
Jacks fluttered wildly with their pomp and circumstance. Kings at each corner. Queens at each access, overseeing the construction. The clubs checked the munitions while the spades collaborated to dig trenches. The numbers, Aces leading the way built each story; taking turns, red and black. The roof was a sturdy covering, done in diamonds. But the Joker was at work... The fortress I'd built so carefully, card by card, layer by layer crumbled with the breath of your single kiss. Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson Photo by jalil shams from Pexels
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