Conundrum

I think maybe I show too much empathy Programmed to care distorts my destiny My motivations mean I often put myself last It’s the way it’s always been, though there is joy in the repast Does it mean I lack the ability to be truly me Or does it show I am happy with myself,… Continue reading Conundrum

Make every day count

Make every day count Time is always running out Every day we waste That we don’t appreciate Is gone, on to tomorrow Be it happiness or sorrow Find the inner joy Deal with the annoy Find some inner peace Whatever is brewing underneath Make every day count Time is always running out

Far away lovers

We have only words To marshall our feelings To paint living pictures That beguile and bewitch us We paint the headlines Fill in the odd gap Leaving the other Space,to create and discover The essence of us For far away lovers it’s ever thus. Samantha Beardon

Moving closer

Excited by the flirtation Every move a revelation She steps ever closer Shedding her composure Should she take a chance Her heart before, was lanced Protecting that healed wound Must not leave her bound Time to take the plunge New world’s, old world’s expunge No time to reminisce Now is the time for bliss Excited… Continue reading Moving closer