A Call
I felt the need to call you.
.
You had promised me.
But it seems I was only dreaming.
The abysmal dark threatens to swallow me.
To dampen my whispered calling.
You had vowed to come to me.
“Anytime”, you said, “you shall ever need me.”
The promise lies broken I fathom.
You should be here by now
But it seems that you won’t ever come.
I don’t fear my fall for I can rise up to move again.
But what about your promises that stay broken?
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~ aranya
Poetry and quotes to me.. is a way to express the more sensual parts of my soul. I mean, like.. they are an intimate part of my being and they say things I wouldn’t be able to otherwise. Whether it’s your writing or mine.. we share that bond, that connection.. our souls intertwined because we are the same in that moment. You and I. All through some words scribbled on some paper or on a screen.. it doesn’t matter where. It just matters that it comes from the heart. So keep expressing yourself by writing and keep touching the hearts of the world.. and keep touching mine..
Poetry and quotes touch me right here *pointing to chest* - Eue
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‘Tis the gay season
i never feel like i have enough time to do anything. i have so much to learn and to accomplish but i always feel like i’m being chased by the shadows of shortening hours, and i have to remind myself to breathe.
we have all the time in the world, but also, we don’t. (via a-quietsoul)