Free from the fire of infatuation, and the agony of imagination, I give myself a personal ovation. ovation
clumsy head and lonely heart on this cold gray day, waiting for the calm that comes when there's nothing left to say.
A bright candle of enthusiasm growing dim in the dark must flee or flicker out. It takes more strength to flee, and keep your flame alive than wake up old lamenting lost passion.
You are amazing. I found a fortune in you. You are part of me.
You do not evoke neutrality. When I look up conundrum, there's a picture of you.
Pink sausage fingers, stiff, swollen and bent, can still feel soft skin. I ask where time went.
I doth protest. I try to guess The Daily Prompt, to have a ditty ready for an early entry, and not be swamped with writer's block, watching the clock while my mind is empty.
The one I treasure's out there. Only time will tell. I would like to find her before my final bell.
Young man's hopes and dreams vanished in the fog of life. Reappeared with you.
What a panoply of fantasies, When I had my crush on you! I miss the flirting, but not the hurting. From the panoply of insecurities While I had my crush on you. Now I smile and laugh at the panoply of realities. After I had my crush on you.