A year feels like a day and
a day feel like a hour.
Minutes run by like sand
through my hands.
All because I’m with you
Author Archives: withoutmary
#280 My body
A shell
left beside
along with my weight.
As if I wasn’t there.
My body
#279 Second chance
Love. A second chance.
Like knocking on an open door.
#278 Say it
If you have something to say,
say it!
A word has a meaning
and a meaning has a word.
#277 Where love begins
Like stone carved by waves
your mind is shaped
out of reason.
Your weakness lies
where love begins.
#276 I write
He works and cannot rest.
He builds, he creates
a future.
And I
sleep and rest.
I write.
#275 Opus 1.0
Neglected but not forgotten.
Ink stain on a paper.
#274 A real man
A real man
doesn’t need a a woman
to show he’s a real man.
And yet
a real man
is not afraid
of being a father.
#273 A man
My woman has no meaning
lives because of my power,
lives because I’m breathing.
My woman owns my war.
#272 Ghosts 1.0
And…
Being afraid of a past
that is far away from this present.
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