Promises and gestures never erased the yesterdays passions never erased the bruises left on heart and soul Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved #Name Your Number Challenge Click here for info and to join in!
Tag: romance
Don’t Fall in Love With a Writer
Don't fall in love with a writer, a dreamer, a poet. They'll pour out their heart on paper, scribbling promises of love, riches and nights spent in bliss. This idealist, would rather be in the imaginary world they've created, weaving magical spells and capturing imaginations. In this world, every moment can be the romantic rapture we all seek, or the excitement of adventures untold. They spend their time daydreaming of the next chapter, the next verse. You see, reality could never measure up to the fantasies they create for themselves. Don't fall in love with a writer. Copyright 2023 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved #Name Your Number Challenge Click here for info and to join in!
Beauty of Love
You can't wrap it in ribbons or pour it out in prose The ink you scribble won't touch me Instead take my hand stand with me Be my world my reason for being Let's face the days and nights entwined in it immersed in it reveling in the glory and the beauty that is love
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Trading Broken Promises
We traded our Broken promises The future became tainted by the fantasies I couldn't make come true Deep scars you'd hidden shattered the dream Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved *Name Your Number Challenge See here for info and to join in! :) For the Challenge, Please, either leave a link in the comments below or create a pingback so I can find you.
Promise Me the Sea
I want sunrises with salt on your lips and me in your arms. I want passions on the sand; our skin tanned from the sun and wet from the surf. The rush of the tide to match our desires. Let me see tomorrow in your eyes Promise me the sea. Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
Out My Window
out my window
the world continues
as if nothing ever happened
between us
there is no hint
of what was
left unsaid
should haves
and
what ifs
crowd my
speculation
different choices
always in hindsight
would you change
your tune
our fitting together?
dreams take flight
piece by piece
falling to the ground
tomorrows shattered
out my window
is another day
another
rotation of the earth
for me to navigate
without you
Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
*The original version of this was posted in 2020. I've tweaked
it here for its 2022 debut. I hope you enjoy.
Part of Me
The sun kissed my cheek, but it was your lips that touched me. The breeze caressed my skin, but it was your arms that encircled me. The scent of honeysuckle, is little compensation for the scent of your skin. My eyes are closed, for your eyes are what I dream of. I can feel your heartbeat under my fingertips and hear it in my head. With me. Within me. You are a part of me. Always. Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson *While cleaning up some Very Old posts, I came across an older version of this. I liked it, so I decided to revise it for its 2022 debut. I hope you enjoy. ❤
I’d Rather Set My Hair On Fire!
Back in 2018, I did a post about Internet Dating called “Internet Dating Sucks“. This has become one of the more popular posts on my blog. Other than one snarky comment, this post had a very positive response.
Now, in 2022, my view has not changed. I’ve been single and have lived alone for a Very Long Time. Perhaps I’ve become jaded. I have not attempted another try at Internet Dating for 6 or 7 years. The psychological beating that I took previously was enough torture for me!!
Having retired in December, my life now moves at a slower pace. I live alone but consider my life one that is rich, peacful and filled with love.
Internet Dating? Nope! I’d rather set my Hair on Fire!
*Tell me about your Internet Dating Experience. Was it good or bad??
Thank you for joining me on this journey. Penny ❤
All That’s Left
My skin
remembers
your tender touch
Your soft
whispers
memorized
Each line and curve
of your face
the blue of your eyes
forever enshrined
At unexpected moments
I'm reminded of
last talks
last walks
the last times...
I treasure
each of these
for they're all I have left
of you
Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
Find Ourselves
“We lose ourselves in the things we love. We find ourselves there, too.”
-Kristin Martz
They said that I lost myself in you My mind tangled Carelessly Blindly I gave my all Here in this bliss is where I found me Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
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