Thoughts On Love #14
Thoughts on Love #14
What we have isn't sweet, kind, or pure. It is a red war. I look at myself and I don't see the adoring eyes of a woman in love, instead I see the hardened stare of a soldier. This love is a battle; we will fight, claw, and tear ourselves apart in order to win. But what do we gain? One step forward, two steps back until we are miles apart. Now, I miss the fight- I miss the look in your eyes that would reassure me that you believed in the cause. I miss the expression that confirmed that you believed in me.
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The mountain mist
(And the paleness of its shroud)
Is a constant reminder
(In the darkness of my thoughts)
Of how much I really
(Unknowingly, but undoubtedly)
Missed you
Never in my life before
Have i felt this unfulfilling ache
Which rises with the rosy sun
But never seems to set
At twilight
When did every love song
Become about us?
Each smile
Each tear
Each softspoken word
Drives me mad
You are the melody
And the harmony
You are the song in my head
I just have to wonder
Am i your everything
Too?
All you need is the plan, the road map, and the courage to press on to your destination.
Earl Nightingale
she carries
her poetry
like her love
on the tip of her tongue
I took a train to Amsterdam
To see something that's new
The lull of life had gotten to me
So I got away from you.
Fly, little Icarus
But don't you touch the sun
Your wings may melt and falter
But you are still my son.
I saw you walking as a babe
Your first few tottering steps
And now you soar so high above
But you cannot imagine its depths
So fly, my little Icarus
But fear the sun's hot rays
Your fragile feathers fall apart
And you fall back from whence you came
How cute, he got me roses
As if plants could fix this mess
The paleness of the petals
Are completely meaningless.
But still, he bought me flowers
I guess that means he cares
But it takes a little more than that
To make this all seem fair.
Do you ever think
That if they could see us now
They would be ashamed
Of what we’ve become?
Thoughts on Love #13
When you didn't tell me the truth, you said it was to protect me. You looked me right in the eyes and said that you didn't want to hurt me.
What you didn't think about was how much it would hurt when I found out. Now I know that you think I am weak, and fragile- that is what hurt the most. All this time I have been trying to be strong and to stand firm when I knew what you were telling me was complete bull.
What hurt me more than the deceit and the dishonesty was the fact that you never even knew me enough to realise that I am anything but delicate.
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