Trust in LoveA curious uncertaintyReveals itself as honestyAnd as a song is dressed in rhymeSome feelings only show with timeWe decorate our tears with joyAs bashful girls or stubborn boysYears will grace our hearts and livesWe'll learn to love and grow to cryThere is no trick or hidden codeA treasure chest of words untoldThere is but you, where there is meWe'll choose to wait and stay to see
Not YearsIt was not years, but secrets chiseled into her once youthful face. Careless nights of alcohol and men had bred a species of hatred that coursed through her veins. Her wardrobe of moods lay in disarray on her bed. She never threw out her tattered underwear, placing them instead in what was meant as a jewelry box. Lifting its lid, a broken chorus wafted into the spaces around her. Pieces of torn, sometimes shredded, cloth mangled beyond recognition. Crotches missing or slit, jagged seams or pitifully threadbare. Only a careful eye would find the writings. Names of lovers, places, approximate times and dates. Blunt intimations strewn across fa
Of True LoveThere are very few chances in your life when you have the opportunity to express exactly how you feel. However fleeting they might be, you must grasp tight with every ounce of your being. The rest of your life will be lived in the shadow of your true intentions. Even then, your intentions are only as valuable as they are perceived to be. But know that it is never a question of how, when, why or who but of yes or no. Your heart will never be able to deny what it feels, so why should you?Your greatest risk is pain, but why do you fear it? We are afforded the beauty of emotion, the capacity to feel it is a gift we take for granted and not a
Angel in the TapestryThe silken cloak adorns your faceThough fraying at the seamsBeneath your eyes so boldly tracedA paradox of sullen dreamsIn tongues we speakAt day we sleepThe summer night stands stillYour whispered kiss My wintered soulYour broken beauty makes me wholeSo take my heart to mend your ownYour madness frees my mindLet me taste your tragedyThe numbers never ceaseShallow passion piercing deepYour halo, dear, is mine to keep
Sta.sh
