103 Quotes by Richard L. Ratliff

some days constipated thoughts clog the day

When you are dead and buriedDo your thoughts and memories bubble to the surface?

But you are still you I'm still meAnd we are still we

In the wind that ruffles through the treesI can find thoughts of you whispering to me

I remember laying naked next to youKissing places you hide from others

The pain in your wordsI wish it would vanish Like dust in the vacuum

The moon blows kisses to the evening primrose

The morning sun is out and brightEasing into all that was dark and blightForcing night sneak away without a fight

That lemon drop is bearing downSo hot it wilts my artificial flowers