What love is.Moving on is not easy.What love is. by Musicalyssa
I'm not supposed to love you anymore.
I'm supposed to put you away, to forget you ever existed.
To forget about what we have.
I can't let you go. I can't give up.
I will not give up on you.
Because that's what love means -
Perservering until the end.
Sure the bruises hurt, but you heal them.
Sure you're not perfect, but neither am I.
Your hands are rough and calloused but are softening with time.
They tell me it's darkest before the dawn.
Baby, its pretty dark right now.
I trust you, to hold to your word.
And I love you,
Regardless of the past,
Forgetting present pain,
And only looking forward to the future.
Confession.The wind blows across my face, but I don't feel it.Confession. by Musicalyssa
The words I want to say are stuck in my throat -
They can't escape.
Just an AcheSweet soft words, where have you gone? I miss you so...Just an Ache by Woman-7
Dry dusty fingers glide over keys, never typing.
The heart has fallen silent with secrets too dark or feelings to obvious
Oh words you were my release, relief, redemption...
Life rolls forward in ever more adult directions, work, work, work.
Nothing poetic to say about work. Not the tears of frustration or moments of joy.
In this moment I ache for a stirring, a ripple in my still pond, a crack in the smooth surface
Nothing big enough to destroy me, just enough to make me ache, cry, feel... write.
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Current Residence: Vancouver, WA, USA
Favourite genre of music: Classical Guitar
Operating System: Ubuntu or PC
MP3 player of choice: Sandisk for quality, Ipod for ubiquity
Wallpaper of choice: monochrome flowers