Clarrisa Wilkes
Bio
Hello, I am Clarrisa, I'm a writer, and passionate about celebrating life. I love to cook, and play piano, travel, etc. I do enjoy reading books, watching international films, documentaries, Just a lovable woman that was born to write.
Stories (2/0)
Cosmic Love
My voice was your high, and your music is mine, and combined we're an unknown destination. Sometimes we loved one another and other times we made sweet symphony of an extraordinary love. My high at times was just silences, and a cup of coffee. However, you enjoyed being the life of every party. And I would allow that to destroy my peaceful morning. We'd bicker careless words that we held onto for so long from one another. I hate you, was recited way too often to the point we wonder? What was two people doing together that hated each other's guts so much? But yet why, a simple why, lingers over my head. Why do I love you, and why can't I end this toxic environment? How could I leave warmth that cool my hues, pride to the side let me wander down this road and see what answer awaits me, or a thought, maybe we both wander down this spiral life wandering. Perhaps I found you, your kindled spirit willing to accompany me down this magically cosmic universe, filled of unfortunate events. And like a season you were supposed to wither away like a leaf on a branch on a warm October day? But now I am aware, I was the one that wouldn't let you fly away, for that I am sorry. Soar away, baby. Because if you stay, then I won't ever know the agony it feels of losing your warm soul, in order for mine to grow. I'd ascend into the clouds in search heaven for spiritual growth. How could I love you, if I didn't love myself? In order to love you baby, I have to depart from you and seek for help for my torture heart and soul. But when I come back from soul-searching, and learning to love myself. And God grants me you but for a lifetime and not a season. I've one question for you. How do you like your coffee?
By Clarrisa Wilkes5 years ago in Poets
Her
I wanted to feel the warmth from her body against mine again in the rain. While I was in love with the very essence of her she used me for a night of passion. She was trying to erase memories of him using her body that I've craved for so long, she wouldn't allow me to create a new beginning with her. In the end of a lustful night inside my head, in reality she had made it clear to me that I was the fool. Her, the one I love, and dreamed for so long, my body continues to tremble of glimpse of hours ago her pressed to my body. My climax was getting to just hold her for the hours we've spent just in bed. Me holding her, and her hoping he texts her, and I a broken fool for her.
By Clarrisa Wilkes5 years ago in Poets
