Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Kiss

Who wrote the script
and set us on this path?
Created a distance so
that they had the last
laugh.

What caused this collision
and then set it all apart?
They must have known
that they were playing
with my heart.

This is some story and the
chapters are quite a few,
some of them are old and
others are so very new.

Sweet gifts of love
within my very reach
as I close my eyes
I fall into a dream.

There I can hold you
and kiss you good night
and wake up in your arms
as I gaze into your eyes.

Who wrote the script
and set us on this path?
Created a distance so
that they had the last
laugh.





Sunshine, there is no sunshine,
no blue skies when you are not around.
Silence, there is only silence,
no laughter as I miss your smiles.

Sunshine, there is no sunshine,
no blue skies when you are not around.
Empty, I am so empty,
with my feet firm on the ground.


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