Countless nights searching Crawling through my dreams Looking for you Finding nothing but a ghost An image of someone I didn’t know Aimlessly Hopelessly Crying out to the Universe Begging for a sign you were real Walking past me daily Hidden in plain sight Reaching out wanting to hold me I over looked you blinded…
The biggest lie I tell people Is that I’m ok… On nights like tonight I’m my own worst enemy Listening to the voices in my head telling me it’s all going to be ok, but Knowing that they’re fucking lying to me My friends, loved ones They all say it’s going to be ok but…
We could walk together One thousand lifetimes Holding hands Sharing that same smile and you’ll always return To the one who has hurt you Countless times Continue on your journey, my dearest Be happy … if you can I’ll always smile to think of you… Follow me on Twitter and Instagram: @tanisjustice
Stuck in traffic and no one to flirt with except truckers. Not happening. My phone rings and I don’t recognize the number. I answer. It could be the school, my doctor, or a random hot stranger. It could be. It wasn’t. It’s the ex-girlfriend. She flirts. We talk. She wants to grab lunch. I tell…
There are times Where all I want All I need are You Drifting from consciousness Wandering of thought I imagine where you are and what we could be There are moments Fleeting at best Trying to remember Who and Why Where are you? Why can’t I find you? Even in my dreams your light escapes…
Under stars like the blanket that cover you I kiss your lips Heaven bows to the majestic view of your form As I marvel in your greatness Bowing only to your whims Bending to your desire I follow the road signs to your inner thighs Slowly and gracefully You succumb to my will You overflow…
“Stay…” She said softly As I turned to walk away “Please, won’t you?” Her voice carried on as if it was the only sound I’d ever heard So clear So demanding Yet soft and subtle I stopped at the door My jacket in hand It’s already 3 AM It’s already too late My head was…
It’s my feeling that we are all recovering souls in one way or another. It’s fair to say that we all have some sort of addiction, and many of us feel broken in one way or another. I know I have felt that way a good portion of my life. Anymore I’ve finally figured out…
A silver men’s watch rested on her wrist Like her soul it was broken long ago It was worn as a reminder of her past She has no need for time She’s never in a hurry The world stands still and marvels at her as she dances by herself With her selves Many forgotten memories…
New beginnings are always hard. It seems that since February ended I’ve had multiple starts and re-starts, but I keep wondering if any of them were true new beginnings. I’ve met some truly fantastic people, fallen in love, fallen out of love, had my Herat broken, and put my heart through every gambit of emotions…
