Box your dried tears for a rainy day.
Tag: writerericavarela
Hopeful. Unnamed.
Dear Us,
We’re not done yet.
Sincerely yours,
~Meadow
Till the end of days
With all do respect, I still love you.
Did you?
I chased you with words, at times misunderstood.
You ran erasing the promises that could.
Astounded and bewilder.
The spark that ignited flames🔥🌙
This distance between, a vocal memory
The silence you speak, so loud, in words you’ll mute.
You flew far in our short time.
Close to where the skies touch the emotions of our universe.
In separate lives.
Our parallels still speak
This distance; still meets.
I sit and wonder where you’d be-
I lie to wonder everything.
What meant you and I, there’s no coincidence as our stars, shined that March night.
Devine as she spoke, emotions overflowed.
Embers to the wind, blinded sparks.
A dreamers dream
I wish to hold you. When you remember me.
Mania
The ocean can’t be this pink.
You haven’t experienced my manic eyes.
Erica
I am a house.
Inside a labyrinth.
Red brick walls
Cement sticks.
I know my way
I made the pattern exclusively.
Though to say; with these patterns
I saw, I seen and I’ve been present,
Sometimes to my fault of lost.
Made so thick, so crimson-
A hint of a noir soul
A hint unhinged
But, her naturally haunting beauty remains.
When the day remained to be at its will,
Filled with strength?
Her walls-
collapsed.
Flawless. Flawlessly
Your face so perfect-
fully painted.
Stokes blended so lightly
As the brush lightens all of your flaws.
A dusted canvas
Left in a corner,
You may never see again-
For these brown eyes will see
The flaws you’d bring.
Still attached.
Flawlessly.
Title-less
Mouths talk. Tongues move.
Now here I’m left, lips sewn mute.
El prado
I found paradise on your lips, on wooden benches at the meadows.
Inside a silver ring engraved. A memory we can’t replace.
Passed velvet curtains and a snake vertebrae.
Erica L. Varela 