…this is love?


So this is love?

With each passing

second we are trust.

The minutes slide and

we’re lost to lust.

Each hour that passes

our presence becomes, must.

So this is love?

Days, weeks, months

the yearning wanderlust.

Does time separate us?

Or is it the foundation

of our trust,

for this is love.

Karen Hayward ©2017

Image and words.






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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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