RonovanWrites – Page 2 – aka, The Abject Muse

Busted

It was a sloppy slip of tongue; a quick, lewd glance and the whole world knew.

When “so close” becomes “too close,” people sniff and step away— it’s body odor

Recipe for Peace: Hold hands and sing Kumbayah Add water, shake well.

You press my hand to your lips, gently, so softly I almost felt it.

Sometimes hope is all that’s left, after the magic shifts to the mundane. With stars in your eyes, hoping the magic stays and knowing it cannot.