As I sip from my cup of hot tea I remember how I love to be in love. Join me at The Silent Love Cafe. Grab you heart, mind and soul and take this journey with me. Hope you enjoy your journey with me as I grow in love and in life. Love Deborah
Sunday, January 13, 2019
Ziaza
January 1, 2019
6:38 pm
6:38 pm
Ziaza
I"m to young
I'm to old
afraid to live
but
want to die
and I cry
alone
here
outside beside
the winter breeze
waiting for you
appearing
undamaged and complete
while voices rage in silence
infatuated
by your memories
dancing in sunshine
I'm to old
I'm to young
afraid to live
today I want to die
and I cry
alone
without you
I'm to old
afraid to live
but
want to die
and I cry
alone
here
outside beside
the winter breeze
waiting for you
appearing
undamaged and complete
while voices rage in silence
infatuated
by your memories
dancing in sunshine
I'm to old
I'm to young
afraid to live
today I want to die
and I cry
alone
without you
Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker
The Silent Stalker
Olivia
December 28, 2018
9:22 pm
9:22 pm
Olivia
Its love I see
when I looked in your eyes
looking back at me
reflecting back
memories and trials
thought this love would last
like the wind caressing the moon
insanity rushed in
emotions were stolen
pain deluged your sun
and I
died
when i couldn't find
the reflection of me
as I looked in your eyes
and saw darkness
had made its way
back home
when I looked in your eyes
looking back at me
reflecting back
memories and trials
thought this love would last
like the wind caressing the moon
insanity rushed in
emotions were stolen
pain deluged your sun
and I
died
when i couldn't find
the reflection of me
as I looked in your eyes
and saw darkness
had made its way
back home
Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker
The Silent Stalker
Alexandria
December 28, 2018
7:41 pm
7:41 pm
Alexandria
I love the memory
stomach burning with unknown
passion increases
can't wait till we meet
foolishly I wait
time passes
lines appears
my love is not here
you're my dream
I'm your delusion
with a hint
and
sweet lemongrass scent
my brain screams
you love me
reality whispers
stories have been told
smooth lies are
never true
stomach burning with unknown
passion increases
can't wait till we meet
foolishly I wait
time passes
lines appears
my love is not here
you're my dream
I'm your delusion
with a hint
and
sweet lemongrass scent
my brain screams
you love me
reality whispers
stories have been told
smooth lies are
never true
Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker
The Silent Stalker
Untitled
December 9, 2918
12:23 PM
12:23 PM
Days pass
remembering these feelings of magic and sunshine
clear water traveling through quiet streams
white clouds marinating with blue skies
and
love seemed timeless
glistening like silence
when the earth stood
debating
when dawn should arrive
My heart weeps
in lamenting fragments
weaving these visions
of breathing unforgettable
remembering these feelings of magic and sunshine
clear water traveling through quiet streams
white clouds marinating with blue skies
and
love seemed timeless
glistening like silence
when the earth stood
debating
when dawn should arrive
My heart weeps
in lamenting fragments
weaving these visions
of breathing unforgettable
moments which never return
while the wind waves
good bye
while the wind waves
good bye
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