I’ve tried to let go of you but I can’t
– my fingertips cling onto your hope
and it drags me forever at a distance,
far behind you,
until all I am left with is bloodied knees
and wounds that never heal.
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In spite of the pain,
I still shone for you,
I still willingly gave myself to the moon each night
and worshipped it without question,
in the hope you were doing the same too.
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Why do I still want to be next to you when my eyes hurt and my feet are sore?
Perhaps because you give me the hope that I can have a happier life than I've had before...
I see different landscapes from yours, despite being in the same place. You speak about the night's shadows and I cannot see anything but the moon and the stars.
The black sheep.
I’m very possessive about you my princess. That’s why sometimes I lost my control. Without you, I’m very nothing. Don’t leave me alone and forgive me, please. I’m extremely sorry for all!
So I know you walked in my diary,
And read all the tantrums I had been through,
You know all my weaknesses and my fears,
But hey, did you ever turned that page
Which was a bit soaked as if water spilled over on it?
Did you read those lines which were a little blurred?
Did you manage to check the last page?
Of course not, Because to take the easy had always been you,
To walk out easily had always been you,
Mess me up and leave me on myself,
And come again when I am a bit sorted has always been you,
To draw me close and push me hastily has always been you,
The soaked pages and the bitter sweet last pages has always been you!
Despite being busy with work
I heard "love" tenderly knock
The door of my withered heart
At once I rushed to the door
And stood there
With my gloomy eyes wide open
I was on high alert
There was an air of suspicion
Of all the people in this world
Why would "love" visit me?
I asked myself
Not that I'm not worthy of it
Just that I'm not ready
I've been breathing stale air
For too long
For once, the atmosphere felt new
The breeze was so cool
Yet I never opened the door
To let my heart rejoice to love's
Tender hugs and kisses
I've always been afraid
To let "love" in
I never wanted to feel strange
I never really wanted to feel
That I've found an escape route
Because I weren't sure
If I was going t...
There is no one that loves me like you. Wholly, completely, regardless of fault, and despite my sin. You grow me with each passing day and draw near to me to keep me in peace. Your love calms my storms as the water rages and the winds blow. Your word takes the weight off of me and gives me hope to make it to the next day. And the people you surround me with remind me that this too shall pass. This is just but a small thing in your eyes. Thank you for my life and those that love me for through them I see more of you.
Every drop of pain
That fell, down her face
Left trails of love, Lost.
Every drop such,
Watered the barren land of her existence
Giving life to the flowers of love dying
Washing away the stains of betrayal
Leaving behind an ocean of happiness
Every drop such,
Was the last that ever escaped
The eyes, that now held dreams of a better future.
Mi egoísta deseo de verte otra vez, de tenerte entre mis brazos, de ver tus bellos ojos cafés y de acariciar tu morena piel no tiene consuelo alguno, por más que cuento los días para saber cuándo volveré a verte, el tiempo corre lento y aunque transcurren los días, siento que la espera se prolonga.
Me tortura la espera, siento que los segundos son cada vez más lentos y con ellos los días se hacen eternos, aunque sea un momento sueño con tenerte a mi lado, sintiendo la inmensa necesidad de abrazarte, por lo menos de tomar tu mano y decirte cuanto te quiero, que no daría yo por un momento así, por satisfacer mi egoísta deseo de tenerte junto a mí.
Si pudiera repetir esos momentos con cada fo...
¿Como vivir sin ti?
Cuál es la fórmula para despejar mi mente de tu recuerdo
Cual es el método para no llevarte todo el día en mi cabeza
Como derivo la tristeza de tu ausencia
como integro la ecuación de cada momento
Me gustaría saber el secreto para no extrañarte
el truco para ser fuerte, y no morir en el intento,
la habilidad de decir adiós y no engañarme
pues la tristeza me consume por dentro.
Me gustaría usar sigma para saber el resultado de todo mis sentimiento y de los que provocas en mí,
delimitando la preocupación y las nostalgia
de no verte en los días nones ni pares.
No puedo usar un binomio al cuadrado perfecto para esta situación
¿en qué marca de clase te busco? ...
A cool evening, Sevenish.
A break in Tradition.
My Darling Gorgeous' Mother,
Soon an old familiar forgotten feeling will return. Unbidden, unwanted; once the feverish activity ceases, it will be you, yourself, and the television echoing from the bare walls, the dogs asleep at your feet.
Depression, melancholy, wet tears may well up, even spill from your eyes. It will seem that what you have left, is all you will ever have. It just gets smaller and smaller, each momento chosen over others now lost to the dust bin. Boxes of your last life still unpacked, brown memories looking for their new home...
You doubt yourself, you wonder Where?, Why?, How?, Was it me?, Not again....
In the darkest of days
And brightest of nights
There shall be only one
That stands above all
When a poet falls in love,
he writes poems that express love
in a different way:
say, a house is burning
and his subject of love is there,
one with the flames,
until she turns into dust
and her dust will join the earth,
where seeds shall grow
and she's one giving life
from her death.
Sabes como se deletrea AMOR?
No hay mejor forma de demostrar lo que sientes que compartir tiempo con las personas que son importantes en tu vida...
Tiempo para una charla. Tiempo para verse... Tiempo para disfrutar. Dedicar tiempo es algo valioso, es la forma más significativa de mostrar AMOR, el tiempo invertido no vuelve y si es bien utilizado no hay de que arrepentirse. Gracias por tu tiempo por tu muestra de amor.
Waiting for you was becoming inevitable with the thin line between desire and hope
There was clear cascading silence that you will come, as the tick Tock moved faster all I found was the blury vision
I still wait on that bridge rebooting myself with the same hope and desire
And our perfect ending in black and white.
Even after being broken I have so much love to give
Fore I know what its like to walk alone
At 19 I met you and our relationship was completely different than my parents. It was healthy. At 6 months I started to feel that you weren't the one for me. At 20 you proposed. I said yes. The anxiety followed. The nagging feeling lingered. I kept telling myself "He's a great guy. You're being shallow.". When I was 21 we wed. The anxiety became a haunting monster. At 22 I left. I look back and see a young woman detached from her own voice. I see a woman settling. Today, I see a woman so brave. A woman brave enough to leave comfort in search of what she truly deserves.
There are summer night's
I have felt while reading books
Moments of Flying in the clouds of
Where I have felt
From the vibrations
Of the picture in my mind's eye
Created solely by built sounds
Or scribbled notes
Someone that had turned their dreams
Into a tangible reality
Experiencing their arts
In the paradox of your mind
Actually Allowing Yourself
Something from Someone
That's what it will feel like when I meet you.
“You must never fear your level of darkness as though it’s something that defines you as a person. If you are to grow, it’s important that you acknowledge and embrace your sharp edges too. What you see in you as ‘flaws’ and ‘imperfections’, to the trained eye are unplanned brush strokes, where the creator got caught up in the moment because the moment made them feel alive. When people fall in love, they are captivated by the details. Your details are your broken pieces. You were once whole, and life broke you and yet here you are, a living, breathing, masterpiece. A work of art.”
James McInerney (Instagram : millsmc07)