At times you choose a path unwise,
And find yourself a pawn disguised —
While others move with cunning grace,
You’re played, a game in perfect place.

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Holly Lust....

Our eyes locked—
and the world fell away.
Only heat remained.
Raw. Breathless.
Love laced in desire,
and desire drenched in need.

I moved behind her slowly,
as if savoring every inch of space
that still separated us.
My fingers slipped into her hair,
parting it with aching tenderness,
drawing it over her shoulder—
revealing the curve of her neck,
begging for my lips.

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there was no tomorrow,
no yesterday,
only the ache of now.

Through winters that froze my bones,
and summers that scorched my skin,
in silence and storm,
in night and in day.

Until my breath, once warm
turned to mist,
and my body, once alive,
stood still and cold.

And still, I waited until the day
was no longer mine
to wait.

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"My Dimpled Princess"

She smiles—
and the world folds softly in her dimples,
like laughter etched by angels
on a chipmunk-cheeked dream.

We shared chicken that day,
laughing between nervous bites—
a meal so simple,
yet it fed something deeper.

She talks,
and it’s like my soul replies—
as if the words between us
have known lifetimes before.
And my heart doesn’t just listen—
it remembers.
As if her voice was written
somewhere between my ribs.

I dream of mornings—
just us, one cup of coffee,
no noise, no rush,
only her eyes smiling at mine.

And I know—
this is love.
It’s not crashing down—
it’s growing, gently, completely…
like she knows all of me,
and still stays.

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When writing is all you have left,
you don’t just write—
you cry in ink.
You breathe through words.
You survive.

Because the most beautiful masterpiece
God ever created…
is you.

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Where are you...?

That was the last voice
message I got from you
my big brother…
after a fight.

I didn’t know
that would be the last time
we’d talk…
or see each other.

For the past two years,
I’ve played that message
over and over. And every time,
I whisper back,
I’m here… I’ve always been here.

But what I wouldn’t give
to hear your voice again
just once more.
To talk.
To laugh.
To say the things
we never got to say.

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In golden light, her lashes fell,
A thousand dreams she’d never tell.
I loved her soul, not just her face
My heart still waits in that old place.

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the home that once made you who you are.

The kitchen—
where Mom fed you until your stomach was full and your eyes brimmed with tears.

The shower—
the silent witness to your sorrow,
your anger,
your whispered prayers.

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June cries endless,
Homes drift like memories,
Rain buries laughter,
Flooded hearts break beneath grey skies.

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From half a shadow,
you rose as light.
a silent melody in my heart,
blooming softly,
like a nightingale’s sweetest whisper.

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