was any of it real is it for someone else was it always for her or her how many are between your lines

there's no passion no heartbeat there's no poetry without you

When reality and illusion collide...

I am still just a tender heart full of wonder.

time is the reason why looking into the same ocean I somehow find a reflection deepening in ways I cannot define

Feelings create poetry. The world cannot live without it, for it reveals the connections between people and every other fundamental need that is unseen. #poetry

at the end of everything there is only you

the gentlest souls leave this world without a sound soft as breath on glass

how quiet her world goes when his words slip away

he wanted her with every breath with every beat of his heart

Roses

it's been an exhausting week and I'm glad it's over

i quite like the way autumn undresses me, slow makes me naked as a tree tall and proud to possess nothing but my life, stripped down to my bones the way death prepares a soul

even when dying, nature yearns to share with us… her love story #vss365 #yearns #haiku #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity #photography #bloomscrolling #sunflower #heart photo: mine

when we're all alone use your fingers your mouth your lips your body to save me

we don't talk about it it's better that way love remains

There is a silence louder than sound, where language dissolves before it touches the tongue.

never drift too far from her never let your echoes fade never let her forget you

there's a better place no sadness no heartache inside my dream for us

she still believes in love

© Lee Bogle. 'The Rose Garden.' Mixed media, 30" x 30".

waiting patiently inside the empty spaces I save for you

in the background is where my heart belongs holding books and placing bookmarks inside pages of love

Too many invade your solitude but provide no companionship.

keep leveling up and remember not everyone deserves access to you

to feel safe with you is what she needs

the years pass by and time slips away our esthetics change but our wants desires and needs are still the same

she likes existing quietly in this space

a rare find created by nature I discovered on my lunchbreak walk my 📷

The language of longing isn't in writing. It's a braille made of absent touching and skin

you're the only love language I understand the only words I inhale and never want to forget

Please accept my offerings to worship you even as I intend to own you. I crave your violation and defilement. A being of light loved by darkness. Used but never misused. Taken but always with permission. I want to insert the seed of CNC within you.

Breathless

sometimes it feels like love but it's not real

there are moments when I feel lost when the days feel too long but there are no tears just memories

she is the beautiful ink that sinks deeper into his skin

they burn each other's embers into their, being

Rainy Morning #getaway #cabin #mountains

sometimes deepening connections with self to all proffers opportunities to feel solitude standing in the doorway of the soul i never want to be a lone animal crawling the dark to die but sure as birth crawls the light, death crawls too and for all of us including me and you here poem prays

#poetry #spiritual #writing #BlackSkyRelay

promises made promises kept her love stays

there are some loves you'll never forget

she'd wait for you at every sunset at every sunrise only you

let's fall deeper for each other

they fell simply by, talking sharing, giving everything