February 2012
18 posts
1 tag
Love You Like the Sky
If I should try to love you I would love you like the sky. I’d be patient through our trials, calm like clouds that drift on by. There would be days that just like rain water would drip and fall, but we’d have laughs just like the stars - too many to count them all. And just like sunsets we’d be pink, our faces in a blush after little pecks that like the wind would be gentle to...
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Long Distance
Hours upon hours and miles spread between two small shiny red pins on a map. Asphalt and ground span to create a gap hitched and held together by a Red Thread. Despite all the distance that must be tread
there is steady beat, a pulse, a clap in the still chests of those who lie entrapped in the sheets of a silent static bed. The lovers, the dreamers, they sleep so still as if dreams could close...
Kiss Me
Kiss me in the brink of a second as if time could be liberated from the binds of its mortality. Let the ink of those who write calendar pages run dry so that there would be no sunrise or midnight or any other tomorrow by any other name. Hold the passing breaths that pass between parted lips and pause the blinking eyes of all witnesses. Should there be a slip or a fault or a crack of any sort let...
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January 2012
26 posts
2 tags
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks ...
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“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via rowan-willow)
“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple...”
– John Green - The Fault In Our Stars (via loveyourchaos)
“Love is hard and love is messy and it can hurt worse than fire and sometimes it...”
– Adult Female by Hank Green (via ihopeyoutubefilmsthis)
December 2011
23 posts
Enamorado
On a cold night in late December we walked along. Strung lights hung above us like a stolen set of stars and while the crowds around us bustled it seemed quiet, at least to me. The music was merely a drapery while the cold was a cloak that only his hands could hide me from. It was a slow walk harmonized with smiles and a talk and though there were thousands there were only just us two - or rather...
It’s funny how things appear when you don’t look for them. And it’s also funny how sometimes your prince charming can be a tall goofy dude who looks good in black and enjoys kicking around a muddy soccer ball all day.
I’m happy.
