There is a deep
ache
a lostness, a verge
upon the sea
of confusion
that solved,
has but one answer –
Tea.
There is a deep
ache
a lostness, a verge
upon the sea
of confusion
that solved,
has but one answer –
Tea.
You fall asleep,
My hand to your cheek
At first it seems sweet
Then I think of blander motives
Am I interrupting your rest?
Is this just a unwillingness to move?
Then you pull my hand to your chest
Bringing it to rest, part of me on you
Where I should always have been,
And I remember what love feels like again.
Today felt like a new
Autumn
Brisk and intrigued
A crisp, fresh breeze
A whisper of
Winter in the air
That chill, the dew
Pursed on my lips
That promise of
Crunched leaves underfoot
Today felt like a new
Autumn
An autumn with a new
Golden path to begin upon.
Excuse the typo on the second to last line! – Mel x
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THE LAST PAGE IS THE KINDEST – THE TYPEWRITER TALES BY MELISSA HOLDEN
When sleep eludes you,
be grateful: you’re seeing the dawn
…the World’s waking up.
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