A fool I have been
Lost in my head again
Dreaming of fictional people
And then, I remember only you.
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A fool I have been
Lost in my head again
Dreaming of fictional people
And then, I remember only you.
a Spring Barbeque
one squeeze of the sauce bottle
a gust of wind comes
the salad bowl overturns
the sauced-up sausage takes flight
No coffee today
driving with an attitude
swearing and yelling
strutting a frown down the street
He smiles at her masala
lights in the darkness
their wings illuminated
little fireflies dance
smoke smell on the wind
Your mystical soul breaks free
feeling the old ways
the souls of the burning trees
a stirring of something old
Fighting the door to enter
The constricting bra becomes airborne
Hungry attention meows
Glaring at your significant other
flinging scarf, jumper, bag, and more
Tearing and tasting odd snacks
Crying about the work day
Your love says a word in a suspect way
Everyone is punching on
From storm Spring rainbows
to the pale pastels of a
frost Winter sunset
Watch the sunset one more time
Leave the office that keeps you
within the moonlight
to laugh at her quirkiness
a fluff in the dark
the sun lit silk threads
a fly buzzes within the
sticky spider web
alert from the vibrations
scurrying towards dinner
Plant adorned cafe
a serving of rich brownies
expecting results
After three, spoons are funny
No hash, just a lil sugar