Tino's Flowery Thoughts

Sleep's question swapped for love's unknown, A Google search, a seed is sown. "How to fall?" the query rings, A heart that swore it wouldn't sing. Love's not renounced, just trust misplaced, Easy surrenders, hearts defaced. Now racing pulse and empty purse, A double beat, a charming curse. Falling's messy, that much is true, But growth takes time, a gentler hue. No crystal ball, the path unseen, But measured steps, a heart serene. Yet still you trip me, make me fall, This love unplanned, enthralls it all. So let it bloom, a slow embrace, A grounded love, a steady pace

Sweet was his love, draped in honey, garnished with chocolate. Soft was his love, wool stood no chance. I was the marrow in his bone. Oh, how wondrous was his love! He was the sun that shone throughout my day, the gravity that held me down in every way, the smile on my face. I was so lucky to call him my husband. He was hilarious, charming, kind, warm-hearted, smart, sexy – everything a woman could ever dream of. I loved every little thing about him. Loving him was like a dream come true. Then… in a blink of an eye, the man I once knew vanished in the night. Cold flames of truth coursed through the wind. Now, each day the pigment of my skin reminds me of who I am: Black, bold, beaten, dirty, and unclothed. My soul is delightful and my voice is delicate when I beg for scraps. When did I lose my voice? When did you stop seeing me? It's like I'm not there, but I'm right in front of you.  What went wrong, I wonder?  Now the scent of blood feels familiar. The scent of beer and s

A plea for clarity, a heart laid bare, This message meant for one who truly cares. A woman stands, a fortress built of scars, Her wants unspoken, reaching for the stars. They turn a deaf ear, or pretend not to hear, Her voice a whisper, lost in doubt and fear. Complex she may be, a tangled web of dreams, But respect the storm, the way her spirit gleams. No hero's rescue, past knights left her cold, Empty promises, a story yet untold. She craves no savior, just a hand to hold, Actions speak louder, a truth yet to unfold. Desires unspoken, a fire in her soul, She yearns for gestures, to make her feel whole. A life of battles, hard-won victories claimed, Asking feels like weakness, a game she's never named. Rejection's sting, a wound that cuts so deep, So silence reigns, secrets her heart to keep. A loner by choice, a survivor at heart, No damsel in distress, she'll tear her world apart. Burdens self-inflicted, promises in vain, Just be present, share the sun and rain. Her