I Share My Lines

Far from the past I was running away All alone in the street Not a shadow to follow And I stumble on you. The roses in my hand Withered dried and died Still holding on together Though in pieces as petals And yes, I fall for you. One by one it fell As I let it off my hand Finally an empty hand In fact two, to hold you through And I start with you. A difference to make Left no stone unturned A rose for a change That’s a way to start And then I realized That’s always been the start. -  Ju  Ne [A comment below would be the best thing you can give]

   Crossing the seven seas, Millions of miles in reach, However far you go, With every high and low, You will always be - A part of me. I'll bathe you in colors, And every scent of flowers, Playing with the hue, With a masterpiece in view, You will always be - An art of me. In anguish my soul, Your breath is so cold, Unpleasant memories that unfold, Though whatever you hold, You will always be - Sweet heart of me. Loved and lost, Tasted as a pinch of salt, If ever again I long, To love a life lifelong, You will still be - That start of me. -   Ju  Ne [A comment below would be the best thing you can give]

  The scent of a woman, that specific woman; Torn clothes, and the cluttered linen; Prove the night we had. The moan that buried, beneath the fluttering window drapes; The bite marks, and the nail marks; The battle marks of making out. Dead on one’s feet, after a battle of fire and ice; Burning in desire was pleasing, so was melting to the core; All before I close my eyes.   The morning sun, and the sea breeze, pleased me indeed, but distraction needs something more, than her towel wrapped soul. With another smile, and another kiss, she fades away from sight; As I dissolve in the fantasy, Of the night we had.   - Justin Nen [A comment below would be the best thing you can give]