your eyes are sometimes all I can think of when I lie here alone at night in the bed we used to share I remember your gaze vulnerable trusting intense your irises not quite green not quite brown ringed in gray reminding me of a stormy seas your mouth is sometimes all I can think … Continue reading You
there are times when the truths I hold close to my heart throw themselves against the cage of my chest peck at carved bone and muscle woven lavender and thorns they fight to break free splinter the silence release nightingale’s song so pure so haunting that all that remains is echoing heartbreak black feathers & … Continue reading Nightingale
haunting poetry sung to languid strum of acoustic guitar penetrated my ear untied my heartstrings left me bleeding longing on the pale hardwood floor © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
There are times when the truths I hold close to my heart throw themselves against the cage of my chest peck at carved bone and muscle woven lavender and thorns they fight to break free splinter the silence release nightingale’s song so pure so haunting that all that remains is echoing heartbreak black feathers & … Continue reading Nightingale
haunting poetry sung to languid strum of acoustic guitar penetrated my ear untied my heartstrings left me bleeding longing on hardwood floor © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Our parting was not such sweet sorrow It was piercing pain Sleepless nights Wrenching sobs Heartbreak playlists on Spotify No comfort to be found Lover and best friend both lost In a stunningly abrupt Goodbye Blue was not the warmest color As you packed our past and your jeans In your suitcase Before walking … Continue reading Blue Was Not The Warmest Color
Brave & Reckless 