"Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn."
Once, there was a girl,
Who was a person, not a picture —
And anywhere she ventured to,
My heart would also go —
But time brought days, and days revealed
The cracks in our foundation:
For whether you “find out” or not,
Eventually, you know —
Like rain upon a lake,
Our passive, commonplace,
And simple failed attempt,
Has vanished, without trace,
Except —
Today I feel the ache
Begin to slowly worsen
When someone who you loved becomes
A picture,
Not a person
where’s the red?
the hearts, the couples?
what kind of
valentines are these?
they seem so
dark and tenebrous
like life is,
so is this one love:
just like life
i know life
can seem like a cage:
confining,
and narrow. but we
can walk it
at least, together —
finding some
solace in seeing
the same light,
and braving
the same unknown dark
united
those footsteps
that i still can hear
echoing
found a resting place
never dreamed
or thought possible
possibilities
exist in
the eyes of the heart
and you saw
light where all others
saw shadows
The sea, a glowing mystic ball
Incredible the sound the sight —
It’s everything; but to my right
The most amazing view of all
More beautiful than
A sculpture and a symphony,
Her hands and her voice —
Locked forever in my mind, and
Interlaced in every idea I have
Of love
