Addictive Love

Laughter floats in the air

The warmth of skin radiating under finger tips

The soft caress of lips

Words unspoken

Feelings exposed

Addictive bliss

In the moment

A snapshot in time

Never to be rewritten

Wallflower
“The snap shot is tattooed on our hearts Forever wishing for the past.”

 

I hear the whispers trickle down the hour glass

I feel the slice of every invective word

Your unsheathed anger

A storm never passing

Emotions always swirling

Confusion

Self blame

Pain

 

The winds slow

The hour glass stills

Frozen in time

A snapshot from the past

Salt streams formed from regret and guilt

A villian’s plea for redemption

Like an addiction to a drug

Unable to see the truth

 

The eye has past

The cycle continues

Happiness 

Pain

Love

Indifference

An insatiable craving

The relentless storm rages on

But

The snapshot is tattooed on our hearts

Forever wishing for the past