You couldn’t help yourself. The temptation was too strong. The stakes were high, your heart at risk. I seemed too delectable a treat to miss out on. You told yourself, there had to be a flaw somewhere, If only you could find it, you’d be free again. Advertisements
Traces of the past have been marked On the rocks freed from the icy touch. Lying on the ground, restless, aware Her age old body is shrinking, Breaking apart, melting away.
Memories live in the past. If it is a present you want, and hopefully a future at her side, Don’t wait up. Hold her close and tell her You don’t want to look back.
If you feel like you are at the heart of a storm, Ghastly place – there is no way out, no escape, Nothing is left for you to hold on to, Sadness is washing over you, Hope has sailed away, Hang on! Don’t sink! Reach out! If not to others, Look within yourself.
A tiny voice in my head: “Nice to meet you! How do you do?” How nice it would be to hear that from you. Await I did – I watched – patient in my place, Knowing a lifetime chance might never present itself again. A single phrase to a stranger’s ear could make it real.
The party was long over, And though from that day on, On and off, I had been thinking of you, I knew those thoughts never meant to stay. Until one day, appeared a familiar face on a screen, Long forgotten souvenir of a winter night’s dream Parading as a timeless wink,
Is it the right time? Am I smiling, laughing? Looking absent? Is my heart taken, torn, or ready to welcome yours? You have observed me, so, obviously, You feel you know all about me. Still. Inquire before you assume. You could be surprised.
Are your affections permanent, transient, or evanescent? Is your heart taken, torn or ready to welcome me? Is your life style compatible with mine? Could we merge and emerge higher, Once we bond together? Ask yourself Come prepared Before you Ask Me.
Here comes my riddle, So listen closely. “My whole is a powerful link that can’t be accessed in a blink. It is not… A secret. Well-kept. Guarded. Hidden. Yet it is… Preserved, So precious, lovely and tender, to some, it has come to sound unattainable.
We were standing in front of a strange door. He pushed it open with a resolved hand. We hopped on a fast train to his core. He looked me straight in the eyes, held my gaze, and took my hand.