nonetheless, another humble target,
smart, thus slurry,
feelings governs her deeds, hopes, but not at all her dreams.
be kind to her, remember how to?
noble deeds turned life upside down,
true, bettrader creature, he became..
an awful memory;
silky unvarnished reality grabbed her neck,
showing no symptom of resistance;
enjoy profound beauty,
never underestimate her clear appreciation,
as he walks away, she laid her forehead on his shoulders,
clumsy rejection, fed up of it..
time for cracked, sabotaged harmony;
yet, another affair.
another fake reality..
curious as ever and never been,
leaving your silence alone,
she still craves for a candle lights dinner,
she is all ears, speak out your silence,
feel free, you are alone; and speechless.
soon, your few balance inches will somehow disappear;
she is gone surrendering you to a funless ending.
regrets, sorrow will linger on, in hell as well.
Father is arriving in a while dear, you better wash and help me with dinner; Okay Mum, I still need a few minutes to be clean this mess.
Hi darling, where is Sam?
He will be in soon..
I will call him now baby. Sam did not take the phone, Mum started to panic.
Honey, Harold, Sam’s friend said that they plan to go swimming in the West Coast beach and they would need the tennis racks. Just let us wait till Sam returns then we will all gather around the dinner table; just stay calm, all is fine.
At 11:20 pm, the phone rings, it was family’s best friend; a trembling voice tone was low on the other end. Mate, please come now to the West Coast medical center, I need you here alone; deep nervousness overwhelmed the dining room. Sam’s father rushed barefooted to his car in the pajamas. Oh, God, please, No; Sam was breathless, Harold whispered, I am sorry uncle, a car accident; softly closing his eyes forever as well.
in fact, not at all mine,
love words, soft hugs,
falsification is the promise.
“I know one thing: that I know nothing.”
Honey, this is the second plate of popcorn, with butter, your favorite. The movie is about to be finished, we need to go to bed, it is 11:45pm baby. I put on the purple satin long night dress, a new perfume tempts your imagination to new horizons of the dark corner in our bedroom. I know I haven’t done much to please you since last summer, but I promise to take it up to the limits where you will rush home after work to rest your troubled head on my slim belly as you used to do on the beach. Last summer we had great fun. Baby, why don’t we plan our vacation to the west coast next summer. I will be done with my diet. You will adore my bikini then. Mum will take care of the kids for a week.
I miss your arms around my waist pushing me closer. I love your performance and smell. Baby, time to go to bed before I lose the fantasy your smell takes me to. The popcorn dish is still full, and you did not even taste your green tea. I will clean up everything in the morning, I did the same this morning.
Sorry honey, it must be mum calling. Hi mum, yes; we are still on the sofa watching TV and enjoying the evening. Dear bay; I have been telling you since last summer that your husband has passed away, Please, mercy us. Gosh, she disconnected again.
I was just wondering, how hard is it to generate a book out of ones blog posts!
Well, ideas might be collected. But, writing a book/ novel might be a bit unachievable.
I would like to know your valuable thoughts about this matter?.
” I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying”– Oscar Wild
works that make sense all the time..