Once we carried wishes in our mouths, our bleeding hearts choked up on poetry and whiskey, the nostalgia of childhood dreams.
When romance was the ocean calling us down to the shore, we ran in rhythm to the pulse of the waves, and stripped down beyond our naked vulnerability, plunged ourselves deep into the indigo of what we thought we’d have.
When love was an old brick road, we danced in rhythm to the beat of the setting sun, kissed his feet goodnight and worshipped the moon as she rose.
Love was an old brick road, but somewhere along that path our travel plans unraveled, and I ended up walking alone.
9 thoughts on “Love Was an Old Brick Road”
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Great writing here! Loved the metaphors! You’ve got my follow. Check out my comedy blog and give it a follow if you like it!
Oh! You’re too kind, SauceBox! 😄 Thank you ❤
I definitely will be perusing your blog here shortly! I may not write humor, but I love it and looking forward to spending time there!
No problem! You got good stuff! I hope I can provide some laughter! 😄
Wow, this is incredible! very beautiful and emotive. This really resonates with me. Nicely penned!
Thank you so much for your comment! I am so glad it resonated with you!
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