I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places. But we danced on the thread of real words. We were thieves, just accepting enough.
We loved the whiskey, we love the dance and we never show real face. You were as pretty as the deadly midnight moon and I was twisted-up as a hanging rope. You told me often. We are like two shots of happy, one shot of sadness. Wanting laughter and love filled nights, then we will escape before morning sun.
I touched your angelic face and allowed my hands to touch perfect flowing auburn hair and I held your hips. I looked into your hazel eyes of wild green, blue and brown. I told you.
Sophia, Sophia.
Love can be sweet, love can be bitter.
You and I.
Wanting everything and wanting nothing.
We pray for warm skin near, we pray for hot and sweet kisses .
Your title is the kind that all writers wish we’d thought of – so well put! This might be one of the most brilliant passages I’ve read in a few weeks – this is exactly how life can go sometimes! Fondly, Margie
“We loved the whiskey, we love the dance and we never show real face. You were as pretty as the deadly midnight moon and I was twisted-up as a hanging rope. You told me often. We are like two shots of happy, one shot of sadness. Wanting laughter and love filled nights, then we will escape before morning sun.”
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6 Years Ago
Thank you Margie. I appreciate the kind words.
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Your title is the kind that all writers wish we’d thought of – so well put! This might be one of the most brilliant passages I’ve read in a few weeks – this is exactly how life can go sometimes! Fondly, Margie
“We loved the whiskey, we love the dance and we never show real face. You were as pretty as the deadly midnight moon and I was twisted-up as a hanging rope. You told me often. We are like two shots of happy, one shot of sadness. Wanting laughter and love filled nights, then we will escape before morning sun.”
Somehow we all try to find that comfort, be it a woman, a stiff drink or just imagination but we look for it... I hope you find what you seek... Thanks for sharing
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6 Years Ago
I'm old now. I have accepted my place my friend Ghost and thank you for reading and the comment.
Tis beautiful and true...... you are indeed both an artist and a poet John.... gonna raise my glass later to both you and your many recollections of Sophia........All the very best of good things, Neville
A Poet and writer who love to read and write.
My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life.
Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words.
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