Lost Love Lust

Tags: memories

• inundate.

  I traded my soul on a morning stroll, And found beauty in the loss of control. ❧ Captured in our photos were the hopes of tomorrow. As time erased the moments broken, we held onto those unspoken. Leaving our youth to chance, we all believed in timeless romance. With words untold, we waited for the [...]

• damnatio memoriae.

  Simmer into my little web of devolution. Your courtesy is absolute tyranny to my solution. In the memory of your skin, you find yourself a win. Your mouth utters disgust, because it’s you I entrust. Simmer into my little web of creation. Your beauty is damnation, yet your heart lacks vibration. In the memory of [...]

• hidden passages.

  There’s a dim light in the surrounding. As in all ends, I find myself accompanied by the soul and mind. Their voices are the notes to my paper and the lyrics to my song. In an ironic sort of manner, the die hard romantic sits quietly alone. The one always looking in the depths, wondering [...]

• pandora’s box.

  Attempting to remember the touch of his lips on the surface of hers, a tear found its away amongst the light creases of her porcelain skin. As if in delay, her longing for his hand in hers took away her soul like night stole day. Perhaps a faded scent to others, but to her it [...]