Missed chance

Tall and demanding our eyes lock a vision of acknowledgment but no words exchanged nothing but a missed chance. He’s back for more eyes warm to mine an inquisitive glint mutual acknowledgment, but silence reigns once more. -to the tall, dark, and handsome man at Canary Wharf Waitrose

Stirred

He emanates a gentle fire, a heat His caress arousing emotions buried deep Old demons once subdued resurfacing It is time to face old scars To face battles long postponed To wear the armour and break the chain, tying you to the past.

Turning point

I’ve stopped looking back I could no longer live stuck in the past holding onto those moments. where we were cocooned, protected from the world, before the cracks appeared, before metamorphosis before we changed forever. 

The past

Do you think about me, about the times left behind the tears, the laughter and the despair we shared from the silly inside jokes to the guttural screams, the heaving of your chest as you wept freely comfortably in my arms, your sunken eyes  after a week of sleepless nights, the line of sweat in your furrowed eyebrows after…

Solitude

He held me and all my worries melted away he was my shield and my rock it was us against the world but before my very eyes he became the world and I ended up alone .

Above it all

Ode to my mum

I wouldn’t know what love is if it wasn’t for you You show it in so many ways not just the things you say but the times you are there When I come home crying because I only got a B or when you put off work to just sit and be… with me. I…

I held you

When I hold you my arms ache when you hold your one true love you are meant to feel complete. Like everything else doesn’t matter as long as you are with them but with you I feel empty.

Perfect

New year new you Rather new year less you Each year begins With a need to be perfect But what is perfect We seem to think its a size 6 Some may bemoan those who try And attain this “perfection” But can you blame them Every shop you walk in Being anything more than a…

Hold my hand

When everything is falling to pieces, Take my hand and lead me away, Away from all the havoc, To a place where only love reigns. Part of my Instagram series – “The Streets of Copenhagen”