Gypsy Soul

A fortress she built Stronghold round her heart Burying the key within Tomb of ancient wonders So that no man could do As once he had done ~ ©2015 jillterry

Gypsy Soul ~

A fortress she built, stronghold round her heart, burying the key within an ancient tomb, so that no man could do as once he had done ~ ©2014 jillterry | gypsychyk.com

bad oyster

Charismatic Handsome Intelligent The world was His oyster Plucking pearls He happened across Basking in their Luminescence Until he grew Bored Then back into The sea From whence They came Neurotoxic poisoning Traces left Everywhere Not because They sprang From within a Bad oyster But simply from Being Touched by Him ©jillterry│jillterry.com

W H Y

She wanted to know why, if as he said, she was the love of his life, the twin of his flame, the mirror of his soul; destined to be together, through this life and all others, what then were they waiting for, and why waste any more precious time. Forever playing the pitiful victim and

The Goddess Reign

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Wicked Webs

Its fear that keeps him Coming back  …Watching    …Waiting      …Anxiety building Fear of her unknown Predictability Of the truth exposed Absolute Tangled in webs Spun of silver cords Endless lies Struggling internal How did it all Get so complicated Over and over His personal mantra What he’s learning About his ugly truth It always follows

LITTLE GIRL LOST

I wanted so much to believe she as sincere, that some small shred of her former self still remained. But as I stood across from her on the other side and watched her nod to her friend just a few feet away, who on cue, inconspicuously raised her Droid and snapped several photos of the

In Due Time

Already past the point of redemption, he sent an email of apology to all his investors, seeking forgiveness; and while his ego tempted him to wait for that first rely, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He’d given the staff the weekend off and spent the next hour in silence, wandering the halls

Man of no Moon

He was a man of No moon No sun And no stars Just a man Soulless Unconscionable Wandering as if lost Staying his course Littering his path With pillaged souls Broken hearts ©2010 Jill Terry