I wonder if we could rekindle our flame.

Another picture prompt. This picture was of a woman looking into the sun with insanely blue eyes and being in the pouring rain.

I saw a picture online and it made me think about the nickname a friend gave me… "Buttercup." Then I went on a big rant. Poem!

Venting.

Applauds.

Poem about life.

My muse has a mine of its own.

Love is madness, it can’t be love if it is not a madness. It evolves around its own world. It speaks its own language.

Human emotions are natural but hard to tame. The are very real and hard to be scripted. It needed to be respected and not be abused.

I am glad that we have both moved on.