At last, we have found us; let the poetry flow 'tween our entwined souls and our eyes reflect the passion of every word we write.Let us bleed freedom and cast off our mortal cage, for heaven awaits us, to grace its page.
Gracious Words.
Goodbye my almost lover
goodbye and fare thee well
I’ve loved you like no other
but therein lies my hell.I’ve always been the shoulder
on which your tears were shed
yet had I been much bolder
you’d be loving me instead.I’ve lived your life of heartbreak
the sorrow and the pain
yet I, your love, would ne’er forsake
you’d never hurt again.I made a promise, long ago
a promise to myself
to never ever let you know
it’s you or no one else.Now as I stand above you
tears cascade from reddened eyes
you’re in my thoughts in all I do
each tiny tear I cry.I should have told you long ago
then maybe you’d be here
instead I chose to let you go
but always keep you near.Goodbye my almost lover
you’ve always been the one
there will never be another
till we meet in Gods Kingdom
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I know that we all feel alone sometimes. It would be nice, to have someone reach out and hold us. But sometimes, we’re separated by time and distance. So, as a response to that, maybe you could write something that lets other people know how much you love them? Even if they’re strangers. Even if you’ve never met them before. To let them know they aren’t alone in this world.Please tag with #love beyond distance (Please remember to tag it before you post, otherwise it probably won’t show up under the tag, even if you go back and add it.)
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Goodbye my almost lover
goodbye and fare thee well
I’ve loved you like no other
but therein lies my hell.I’ve always been the shoulder
on which your tears were shed
yet had I been much bolder
you’d be loving me instead.I’ve lived your life of heartbreak
the sorrow and the pain
yet I, your…
It kills me to love him so much
when I feel that so much is never enough.
What more can I give when the life that
I live, I live with a heart full of love.
A love that is he, is the all that I am
is the all that I shall ever be.
And so it is, I love him more with
each new passing day, a love that I feel
will always fall short and I hate that
I feel this way.
This is my cross and I wear it
with pride, though heavy it weighs on
my mind; but love him I shall till the
end of our days with hearts and
souls entwined.
What sort of story do you want, I wonder?
The sort where you’re a pirate and it’s my “treasure” you plunder?Or how about a tale about a knight in shining armor
who discovers my plight, rescuing me from the evil farmer?Would you rather I be a sleek seductress in red,
forcefully luring you “unwillingly” to my bed?While those options are exciting, they wouldn’t be true.
I wonder if it’d be nicer to talk, me and you.
Who knows what would happen? We could become friends
finding upon each other that we grow to depend.
And maybe the day would come when, well, I don’t know
Maybe you’d take my hand.Maybe I wouldn’t let go.
Thank you for what I’m sure was an unintended prompt; I needed to get my brain working a little.
He hid his thoughts in a
collection of tattered pages,
each one worn with pride;
a coagulated lifeless ink of
ages where memories reside.
Bound by weather beaten
faded carmine, imprisoning
words born of razors edge,
tattooed, the lessons of a
lifetime, decisions made
and words unsaid.
To greet the rising sun with you
and welcome in the break of day
within your arms I’d long to be
as side by side we lay.Your warming breath upon my neck
and feathered touch upon my skin
as synchronised our hearts converse
to spread the word of love within.Our souls entwined, inseparable
the perfect match made by design
some things in life are meant to be
like sunrise with your hand in mine.
Remnants of yesterdays linger,
unseen and unheard but always
there; subconsciously shed, to
perpetually fall in wave after
wave of microscopic memories.
An unsightly reminder that to
dwell, is to remain; to remain,
is to be vivisepulturised ’neath
the weight expectation.
Linger not but step towards
your future, for it may not be
the shadow you cast that
is asphyxiated by the residual
remains of a life once lived;
it could be you.
He hid his thoughts in a
collection of tattered pages,
each one worn with pride;
a coagulated lifeless ink of
ages where memories reside.
Bound by weather beaten
faded carmine, imprisoning
words born of razors edge,
tattooed, the lessons of a
lifetime, decisions made
and words unsaid.
He hid his thoughts in a
collection of tattered pages,
each one worn with pride;
a coagulated lifeless ink of
ages where memories reside.
Bound by weather beaten
faded carmine, imprisoning
words born of razors edge,
tattooed, the lessons of a
lifetime, decisions made
and words unsaid.
(Source: graciouswords)
