Quotes for Quenching – 26


“Men always want to be a woman’s first love; women like to be a man’s last romance.” —Oscar Wilde

I told her she best assure herself that nails will be enough,
Because a lock on the casket would never keep me inside
Of course we both laugh because if they were to close it,
I probably would be too late to the event to actually be inside
She told me to just bury everything, knowing I’m too busy;
Too busy to ever have the time to sort out who gets what.
She likes it that way, knowing that no one else will have it
Sure they might get pieces, but they will never get all of it.
I’m always laughing because there never really was much.

A woman’s voice crosses the empty floor space of a dim room,
“His passion was everything. It ran deep, cut hard through rock,
and penetrated me like a .357 revolver.”

Who are you telling?

I always told her she was the desert oasis, sheltering – but elusive.
And without its gifts, impending doom out in the heat would be less bearable

Reveal yourself only to those who cross the sands

To him I was that endless flow after you’d gone dry too long;
And although you’re desiccated,
If one drop could be squeezed from you;
It’s me – the only material fluid still in you – A drink of me

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5 thoughts on “Quotes for Quenching – 26

  1. bowmanauthor says:

    The double standard of life that begins with time and ne’er ends.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Miss Crocodile says:

    I love that quite, it is so very true. I think there is something romantic, and a beautiful sort of symmetry in the idea.

    Like

  3. itsvishakha says:

    It’s quite something, when people around can relate to you always!!

    Liked by 1 person

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