December 29th, 2011 by shewalkswithghosts, literature
Literature
December 29th, 2011
While I was away,
I listened to the stories that they told,
The advice they gave,
And how they spoke of love.
After you left,
I regained my old wings:
Not as dark as I remembered them being,
Not as white as I wished they were.
In the meantime,
I will find the happiness that you,
Unintentionally hid from my view.
I will find what I lost.
December 29th, 2011
AH
I suppose that love is a voyage I embarked on,
In the middle of the deep blue ocean,
And you were the ocean.
I thought I'd become a sailor,
Until the rocky shore sang a siren song,
To my ship, leaving me for an unnatural mistress.
You swallowed my up,
All was well while I slept.
But I woke up on the shore,
While your waves receded.
You told me I belonged on land;
I was not a mermaid,
Thought I would've swam amongst your expanse,
Until I grew fins.
December 19th, 2011
AH
Lost.
The chord has died, the strings have fallen out of tune,
And so I sing my song in the silence it creates for you.
There is no smile, and there is no spark,
No open arms or empty hands to hold,
There is nothing and no one,
For me, or for you.
It was time that has killed us,
Time that has destroyed,
The fragile happiness that you once,
Had the power to seemingly create.
It is scary how little the big things change.
The alarm still wakes me at five in the morning,
And the rain is the last thing I hear before I fall asleep.
I'll still need to stay after school on Mondays, and Thursdays,
There will still be church on Wednesda
the "L" word
i'll take all your pictures with me to sleep,
to take heart what you said, about having sweet dreams.
they'll be engraved with the playfulness of your kisses,
and wrapped up in all of your well known-affection;
if only you knew all of the adventures we've shared,
whilst asleep beneath your caring thought.
we traveled the world and witnessed its grandeur,
and sang to each other to pass the hours;
and so all your goals and desires were accompanied by me,
i never had to worry, about you leaving.
oh, and your someday came, in your five years time,
and the one day it went,
when i walked with your hand in mine,
through a
Secrets.
your voice carries like the wind through a summer storm,
i can feel the chill of it, swirling around me,
tracing things, like a child playing in the sand,
you create me slowly, as the ocean does a seashell,
i am fragile. but if you put your ear to me,
you can hear the sounds of the things that remind you of the waves.
i will take you to the shores of one thousand different places,
and follow you as a ghost, on your travels,
to do the things you dream about when you're asleep,
those are the things that will always make you happy.
the silence that happens when i'm enveloped in night,
and there's just the sound of my clock
December 29th, 2011 by shewalkswithghosts, literature
Literature
December 29th, 2011
While I was away,
I listened to the stories that they told,
The advice they gave,
And how they spoke of love.
After you left,
I regained my old wings:
Not as dark as I remembered them being,
Not as white as I wished they were.
In the meantime,
I will find the happiness that you,
Unintentionally hid from my view.
I will find what I lost.
December 29th, 2011
AH
I suppose that love is a voyage I embarked on,
In the middle of the deep blue ocean,
And you were the ocean.
I thought I'd become a sailor,
Until the rocky shore sang a siren song,
To my ship, leaving me for an unnatural mistress.
You swallowed my up,
All was well while I slept.
But I woke up on the shore,
While your waves receded.
You told me I belonged on land;
I was not a mermaid,
Thought I would've swam amongst your expanse,
Until I grew fins.
December 19th, 2011
AH
Lost.
The chord has died, the strings have fallen out of tune,
And so I sing my song in the silence it creates for you.
There is no smile, and there is no spark,
No open arms or empty hands to hold,
There is nothing and no one,
For me, or for you.
It was time that has killed us,
Time that has destroyed,
The fragile happiness that you once,
Had the power to seemingly create.
It is scary how little the big things change.
The alarm still wakes me at five in the morning,
And the rain is the last thing I hear before I fall asleep.
I'll still need to stay after school on Mondays, and Thursdays,
There will still be church on Wednesda
the "L" word
i'll take all your pictures with me to sleep,
to take heart what you said, about having sweet dreams.
they'll be engraved with the playfulness of your kisses,
and wrapped up in all of your well known-affection;
if only you knew all of the adventures we've shared,
whilst asleep beneath your caring thought.
we traveled the world and witnessed its grandeur,
and sang to each other to pass the hours;
and so all your goals and desires were accompanied by me,
i never had to worry, about you leaving.
oh, and your someday came, in your five years time,
and the one day it went,
when i walked with your hand in mine,
through a