Beautiful, lone stranger
Out for a stroll
Unaware of who’s watching
Underneath your London Bridge
It’s almost that time, again
A celebration of our own
Giddy with excitement
As the sand begins to fall
Tick-tock, lone stranger
Beauty, the time has come
Join us in our darkness
As your London Bridge falls down
We promise, you’ll get wings
Although, tiny you will be
We are your new paradise
Come, take a stroll with me
…Beneath our London Bridge.
©️Unapologetically Me
Written out in words
each page tells a tale
Of thoughts within my mind
a journey through my hell
As pain-filled scribes appear
dressing up blank lines
A piece of sorrow flies away
minuscule strips at a time
Though these slips are tiny
like shattered shards of glass
The ache, when one’s removed
brings blessed relief, at last
©️Unapologetically Me
Lonesome, little flower
Growing in a stump
Reaching for golden rays
Shining warm, against its rump
Big, and tall, you’ll sprout
Stretching beneath the skies
Surrounded by Mother Nature
A sight for sore eyes
©️Unapologetically Me
If money grew on trees
Rich, we all would be
But, being rich, monetarily
Leaves no room for true serenity
Never experiencing authenticity
©️Unapologetically Me
A hiatus, well needed
A break from illegible scribe
Exhausted, my mind was worn
Unable to silence my diatribe
War of words, from within
Unsuccessful inner bribe
Lost amidst the chaos
Alone, and without, my tribe
©️Unapologetically Me
Swaying in the breeze
Lonesome, hanging in the tree
A swing made for me
©️Unapologetically Me
Emotions; A foreign taste to some, and a daily libation to others.
***Another image prompt***
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A woman’s intuition
Goddess of the wise
Refuting negative spirits
Ethereal energies, rise
Amid a full moon
Caressed by lunar glow
Bathing in its essence
Teasing the tide, below
©️Unapologetically Me
Panicked breaths
Breathe in, breathe out
It’s just a talk
Not the actual appointment
…but, still…
Anxiety, and emotions
Intense, and plenty
Bombard my being
The ache grows bigger
…but, it’s just a talk…
©️Unapologetically Me
***Another Image Prompt***
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Being intimate, is more than sex
It’s finding their deepest needs
Remembering favorite pages
Reading favorite chapters
Bookmarking important passages
Writing out passionate discoveries
Locking these treasures within
Cover, to blessed cover
Creating an eternal novel
An immortal kind of love
©️Unapologetically Me
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