These are the words and lyrics echoed in my mind, felt deep in my heart and the secrets of my soul... the words where my Love story left off and the new one begins.
If I could put my “Love Story ” to music or play out my emotions .. well this would be what it looks like.
Its funny how a song or idea of an other can reach in grab your heart strings andYANK…. and make you look and go OMG thats myStory!
I found the shades of night
Lining his brow as an ocean
Crawled with the sunlight of
A sunset that bled from his poems,
Shattered into millions of particles that
The deep summer rains could not stifle,
Such heat in shards of glass ruby kisses,
There is honey upon his skin,
Dropping, lost…
(Source: sheddinpetals)
Questions asked in order
To save my life or will he take it again
The answer no to avoid death is just an other game
The answer yes would make it,
Make it go away the red stained skin could glisten under the moon and form pretty pictures to lead you to the bullet….
Do you believe in God?
was written on the bullet…
I say yes to pull the trigger!
Do you believe in God?
Written on the bullet
And I pulled the trigger to say “I love you “
Heads are bowed in silence, not knowing this is your game
To remember my last sentence, was your 4 walls of pleasure turned to pain
I answered you knowing what would happen
My last words still hanging in the air,
In the air they dance screaming “I love you”
Do you believe in God?
was written on the bullet….
I said yes to pull the trigger
Do you believe in God?
Written on the bullet
And I pulled the trigger to say “I love you “
How many times must I die?
I will die for you again tonight.
I’ll say yes to pull the trigger..
So you can see,
“I love you “
And I pulled the trigger to say “I love you “
She is something
like the someone you know
and the something you don’t show
like the dream you hide
and the lie you love to deny
she is like the sea,
the pull of gravity
and the splashing foam
broken by the tide
she is the story
the energy of light
she is the day,
as it fades to night
she is like everything
she is life….
(via interrupted-words)
Will I ever get to “know” you?
We’ve planned, and schemed and dared
Life seems closing in
I’m holding on to that meeting.
To miss you would be tragic
So very sad.
I long for you
I long to have our eyes meet …
A recognition of two souls.
In your arms I’ll be complete.
At last, My Dear, I’m whole.
We’ll have the night together
I want to know it all,
I want to give, and to receive,
To welcome you in to me.
The wet longing accumulated
For so long, now within reach.
Tell me it will happen.
Let me know to dream
I need to keep that hope alive …
Our love,
Someday to be fulfilled.
Love isn’t a fleeting feeling. It isn’t one or two months you spend with violins playing behind your head, and flowers blooming from between your fingers. It isn’t a couple of poems, a few pieces of prose and some songs here and there. No, love isn’t fleeting. It’s scarring. It’s changing…
(Source: alfaazkibarsaat)
Little girl with green eyes
cries in the dark
she write letters in chalk on a wall made of glass
wondering if you may walk pass
if her words you will be able to see
for thats all she has left
of her memories…..
Chalk dust clouds her finger tips and tears stain her face
they will never be able to take the place
of the daddy she misses
the one she write for
on a glass wall in her heart
that only sees the space you once filled
all she has left now is memories.
