Romance Was Born

When passion walked into the bar with
 his kind auburn eyes that fell upon lust,
he knew.
Of the long nights and strange beds
of even more peculiar men
that wore her weary of dreams
that came during midnight.
Maybe that is why she drugged herself
to be in a constant state of ecstasy.
Perhaps that is why she found refugee in her
mother's journal tucked away
under her bed.
Lust had always been deprived of love
or worse was mistaken for love.
But still she smiled
hoping that her mouth would hide
the truth in her eyes.
She looked up
and her hopeless eyes met with kindness.
A warmth entranced her body
and for the first time
her eyes fluttered with glee.
When passion and lust met ,
romance was born.

L'Amie Solitaire

I promise when the blades
etched in your skin  
from that worrypot mind of yours
coming spilling out .
I will catch the pieces and
fix them up
though I might get hurt
from the broken fragments
when they latch themselves
to my soul,
and I can only smile
hushing your fears away.
Know my mind is always buzzing
 and in a constant state of painc
because good things have never stayed.
And moments like these
 can become memories
that I play for myself
 on broken hearted days.

Blue Eyes , Killer Improvise

In between of rain and him 

she stood still.

Blue covered her,

as he painted her the sea of dead.

Still ,beautiful yet terrifying

 and that's what killed her

 not the gun or the blade

but dwelling in the past with him.