'Of this I shall dream'

'to hold you in my arms,

to feel your breath,

smell your hair,

feel your body warm, soft and strong against mine.'

Perhaps

I am paper thin,

barely there,

unable to hold myself upright against the chill wind.

I mourn

the loss of my own time,

long before I lose it.

A Night Out

has such potential,

for unexpected disappointment.

I tease myself

with dreams and possibilities.

Who am I?

When I look in the mirror

You stare back me.

Give me my thoughts

I tease myself with

dreams and possibilities ....

Damp Thoughts

It's no good pretending

I can control my frustration

Momentary Anger

Blotting out sense

Reeking of disapproval