Cold evenings
cold nights...
Still at the office.
Still
Wishing you were here.
Restless and awake.
No sleep, not for the right reasons.
Ah, no. Not for the right reasons.
(She smiles and ebbs with tiredness.)
She fidgets and turns.
Words all jangling
Memories pivoting...the pieces falling
In
Amongst the jigsaw.
Webs and words weaving and meshing.
Webs and words.
Silky lines...
Invisibly floating and gliding
Over the water.
(Prettyintelligentprincess)
About Me
- prettyintelligentprincess
- Turrets and Spires, Near the sea., United Kingdom
- An imperfect mother. An unfaithful wife. A career professional. Waiting to feel the stone thrown at her by the one without sin.
It's hardly ever for the right reason
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