A love that Is not

A love that Is not

Eyes that resemvled daimonds in the dark

A heart that would bleed gold if it were torn apart

I noticed with a start that she was in a world so far

From conventional thinking, my blinking was but a shard

Of reality in her world of fiction

Her depictions

Of deep-seeded passions, by definition

Was futile if not said kindly enough

She didnt love

More like, she was on a quest for..... stuff.

Stay With Me

 Nice nights like these
I write white lines
Sit beneath trees
Mind free no commotion
Proposing
Ideas free from scrutiny
Past plays from past days
Were bad stays
Im mad yeah but the feeling pass
More likely stash feelings for you
Dashing through
My mind all the time
Dreams of white wine
Floors alpine
French clothes
French tips on toes
Treat you like
You were never treated before
Before you go