She offers love freely spills words on her lips a prayer to the one she would have love her back to scale the walls of doubt and shame his words are lies within a dream she doesn’t see the end coming her love, denied, killed in vain. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 TallVerse 10 Photo:…

Speak your fears, hopes, dreams, agonies, to only those worthy to hear and if there is no one, rise with the dawn, where snow glistens from icy branches, paints the earth with fresh, clean white, and listen to the gentle whisper of your voice without the noise of life. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 InkMine…

Crack your window just a bit allow the breeze to filter in hear the calm of rustling trees close your eyes begin to breathe. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 StarWrites 73 Photo: Pixabay

Can’t feel the sting of winter cold or see the snowflakes start to fall warm and well inside my walls I think of you and wish to call I know better you’re not there I guess you never really were like snow that drifts a silent blur moved on from me and onto her. Emily…

Don’t wanna play games I don’t know how to play Don’t wanna get in your mind bend its will my way Won’t deny my love or hear you beg Don’t want you down on your knees like a sex slave I am who I am that will never change If you want a Sedusa keep…

Hoping for miracles out of thin air frozen by panic combined with sweet numbness only able to fully feel when the pressure gauge combusts; Then, like a tidal wave receding calm ensues distractions reign until our grim realities come calling again. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 MelancholyVerse 59 Photo: Pixabay

Hearts broken past the point of healing, rise again, phoenix. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 hangtenstories 720 Mysticsartdesign | Pixabay

Intellectualize love talk yourself out of it until you realize all you’re left with is ghosts who don’t speak can’t feel your touch no returning over burning bridges that never simmer reminders of what was lost wisdom gained only through alienation. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 inpoems 602 Free-Photos | Pixabay

Most winter nights, he hears the shuffling of feet sounds of traffic hurried to a destination the hustle of life and its consumers; Tonight, the streets are empty lamps shining through fog solitude his only companion always a forgotten one. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 NatureVerse 141 StockSnap | Pixabay

You really think you can push away the need to be surrounded by love, warmth, patience, understanding for who you are? Keep connection all surface, unless lust-filled and momentary, empty spaces filled, but not the voids that really matter, elusive lover. Emily C. Poésie © 2018 MelancholyVerse 57