Another little treasure…
No matter why, nor whence, nor when she came,
There was her place. No matter what men said,
No matter what she was; living or dead,
Faithful or not, he loved her all the same.
The story was as old as human shame,
But ever since that lonely night she fled,
With books to blind him, he had only read
The story of the ashes and the flame.
There she was always coming pretty soon
To fool him back, with penitent scared eyes
That had in them the laughter of the moon
For baffled lovers, and to make him think —
Before she gave him time enough to wink —
Her kisses were the keys to Paradise.
I love you like the promise
That only tomorrow can bring
When today has become lost,
Where yesterday means nothing.
I love you.
You drown me in blue.
I miss you.
For me, it’s only you.
I’m not so good at writing this kind of stuff but I do enjoy reading it…Came across this the other day, great words and I love the picture. wordsofkings
This I miss.
I have not words to describe this pain
That hits like waves
Again and again.
I have not words to describe this space
Just that it’s shaped like you,
It has your face.
It was a year ago today and I don’t think I can remember any day where I have woken up with such excitement to see someone. As days go, it was pretty perfect. There was you, me, a bit of Shakespeare and whole lot of night…
If I could take back all the misery I have caused for one more night like this I would because when I was with you, you only made me happy.
Are You Still There?
Write me a letter
20 years ago,
It will sound like this.
My name will be etched forever onto your
Fading paper heart,
Then folded carefully into envelopes,
The ‘I love yous’ rolling out across the decades
As you count down every day, hour, minute, second
Until they find me
Prettier than I once was,
Older than I was then,
For your delivery.
Watch them break
Hear the deafening crash,
Before the unstoppable rush towards you
Feel the drag of stones as water pulls away
Might pull you under
Feel it break
Over and over
Here is a flag:
Like my skin.
White like surrender,
The whitest sin.
White like calm and white like flame
A cotton sheet
Of white-hot anger.
Here is a flag:
Unfurled with desire.
White sand of time
The truth and the liar.
So much irony! But it amused me. A little holiday tune that someone played me today.