Eros
Once again i feel the breath of darkness
A breeze over my right ear
Unsettling yet so comforting
A lost lover made of memory and pain
The smoke from my cigarette burns through the atmosphere
And that knot in my throat keeps getting tighter and tighter
Your past love is creeping under my skin
Like a serpent just eating my flesh away
How i have missed that cold shiver of love
...Friday 30th May 2014 12:02 am
The cup
As i sit alone in the smoke filled room,
I realise that nothing can fill my cup.
Nothing ever has.
How can i see the cup half full?
How can this emptiness fill the void?
Maybe the cup was made to be empty.
I guess that is the beauty of it.
What’s inside doesn’t change it’s essence.
A cup is what it is - not the liquid filling it.
Just an empty vessel waiting to be used.
...Wednesday 21st May 2014 12:58 am
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