Joys Stories

What about that night. When we made love. Our bodies entangled upon each other. Our kisses ever so soft and sweet. Today I heard you're getting married. You say you're happy with him, He gives you everything, I could not. For that I am sorry. I have died many a night. Under these stars, Longing for you to be back. At my side. But alas you are with your new king. So I will do what I must to move on. Always leaving teardrop...

In the frugality of my soul, the self exerts and manifests. Spawning a million 'me', in the quietness it harvests. Still I long for that to which I want to surrender, and wait under 'his' sky and wonder How long do I wait and help paper boats sail by and watch from the edge the distance and the 'purple' sky The sun sets yet another day again turning everything an orange aglow and the ripples in the water help my paper boa...