The moment she opened up When she let you see her Was not when she undressed Or when she let her skin Be touched by your fingers It was when she bared her soul When she looked into your eyes And allowed you to see ☼ ©Christina de Vries
Whenever I tell people that I don't have a TV, I generally get one of two reactions. 1 ● Me neither! 2 ● You don't have a TV???? But what do you do instead? (All said with disbelief and a shocked expression) ☼ Here are some of the reasons why I don't have a TV:... Continue Reading →
Don't we all have those moments where we wish that new potential someones that come into our lives could do so with an instruction manual attached to them? But that would also ruin some of the fun with getting to know someone truly. So if you ever find yourself here as a potential someone in... Continue Reading →
When the eyes that saw you Looks away The touch that tingled No longer reaches You might find yourself Feeling lost In places known Because the lips that kissed Formed the words That broke you And the whole world Turned upside down ☼ ©Christina de Vries
All of the looks The words and kisses Before I even knew I’d fallen into the trap Lost in a present That looked like the past • All of the questions The answers I feared And did not want They were the truth The pain I needed To finally move on ©️Christina de Vries
Under lights of memories She told stories to the waves They left her with a promise Of paths to cross once again ☼ ©Christina de Vries
It's enough to start something I like you Enough to define something I love you Enough to end something It's over Enough to close the gap I miss you Enough to increase the distance I let you go ☼ ©Christina de Vries
Last year I sent a short story to a publisher, applying for their short story collection for debut authors. It was a long wait of many months before the dreaded rejection letter (or rather rejection e-mail) arrived in my inbox a little over a week ago. They did get over 400 stories in and there's... Continue Reading →
There are mornings that are different They feel like magic In the way that they resemble No other mornings In the way that the coffee Tastes a little bit more But mostly in the way that they feel Like the beginning Of something new ☼ ©Christina de Vries
