Contemplation

As I walk along this sand covered patch of earth, the wind cool upon my flesh, bringing the waves to a crashing end, just inches from my feet; it’s hard for me to fathom that there are people dotting the same world, who woke to this day, hearts filled with hatred, souls set on death

Self Disclosure

She doesn’t want to be The light of anyone’s life She can’t be the reason For someone’s existence She’s not responsible for Making the world tolerable She can’t give or share Something that’s not there She’s long since Forgotten the man But she’ll never forget Something he once said “My greatest fear for you, is

les amoureux

When the world around grows dark and quiet, finally coming to rest in silence; two souls come together, intertwine and mesh with the night. Those are the best hours. Those are their hours . . . ©2013 jillterry Jillterry.com