In the shakey moments
Between wake and sleep
I let loose the tears
That I didn’t let you see
They fall upon my pillow
And transform into rust
Reminding me that we
Are nothing more
Than dust
I'm curious why you don't use images in your posts?
It is my greatest hope that my writing is vivid enough that the mental picture it conjures would suffice (also I never thought about it)
Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The bloodiest hands
Are those of time.
As it passes
And the seasons change,
All things age
And die.
In the waves is the truth behind love. It doesn't burn like a fire, or dance like the wind. Love is the rippling, crashing, rising, falling, swaying, never-ceasing tide which crashes against the shores of my heart. Slowly chipping away at the rock-solid armor which protects the person who has been hurt one too many times.
The world watched
As the moon wept
Silver tears
In remembrance
Of us
The darkness takes me
And my eyes feel heavy
Like my heart
Which weighs down
My chest
I want to be the one that you think about before you fall asleep. I want to be the reason behind that smile, the one you can't wipe away. I want you to see me everywhere, and get butterflies when I'm around. I want you to miss me when I'm gone, and to hold me when I'm there. I want you to look at my face and see me.
There's so much that I want to say to you, but I'm too cowardly to. Above everything, more than I want the sun to shine, or the wind to blow, I want for you to love me.
Love is like being lost, then finding yourself at your destination anyway. Love is like forgetting the formula on a math test, but still getting the the answer right. Love is life forgetting your wallet and finding the exact change you need on the ground.
Love is an innocent mistake, that ends up better than you could ever have hoped.