Dear you,
Every tear that has cascaded from your eyes,
Every sigh that has escaped your lips,
Every breath expelled from your lungs,
Every smile that has graced your lips,
They are a small treasure.
A piece of you that is now the earth's.
And for your gift, we are blessed.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
11
Dear you,
You are a mirror.
Reflecting what is hidden.
What no one wishes to see.
The truth is yours to tell.
You are a mirror.
Reflecting what is hidden.
What no one wishes to see.
The truth is yours to tell.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
10
Dear you,
Your heart is not what I wanted. I did not want it beating, I did not want it still. I did not want it in an iron grip between my hands. It was not meant to belong to me.
I only wanted to set it free.
You are the one who kept the lock and chain.
Your heart is not what I wanted. I did not want it beating, I did not want it still. I did not want it in an iron grip between my hands. It was not meant to belong to me.
I only wanted to set it free.
You are the one who kept the lock and chain.
Friday, November 16, 2012
9
Dear you,
I have seen the small epiphany in the curve of your smile, the look in your eyes. Perhaps the spaces between our fingers mean so much more, as if we aren't meant to be alone.
I have seen the small epiphany in the curve of your smile, the look in your eyes. Perhaps the spaces between our fingers mean so much more, as if we aren't meant to be alone.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
7
Dear you,
I see how hurt you are, and I want to fix you. But you have always been so independent, you've always wanted to do it all on your own. You, my dear, think you are so strong. And you are, do not doubt that for one moment. But my dear, you have to remember that even the strongest of people must break down at times. Too much weight on your lovely bones could cause you to come crumbling down beyond repair, and you're so beautiful and so tired. You don't want to rebuild, and honestly I don't want you to build into something different. So please, oh please, allow yourself to be weak for a moment. Feel your pain, don't hide it. It cuts like a knife and makes your wildflower heart feel as if it'll wilt. Dear, I must tell you, pain is not permanent and as winter gives way to spring, the wildflowers always return.
I see how hurt you are, and I want to fix you. But you have always been so independent, you've always wanted to do it all on your own. You, my dear, think you are so strong. And you are, do not doubt that for one moment. But my dear, you have to remember that even the strongest of people must break down at times. Too much weight on your lovely bones could cause you to come crumbling down beyond repair, and you're so beautiful and so tired. You don't want to rebuild, and honestly I don't want you to build into something different. So please, oh please, allow yourself to be weak for a moment. Feel your pain, don't hide it. It cuts like a knife and makes your wildflower heart feel as if it'll wilt. Dear, I must tell you, pain is not permanent and as winter gives way to spring, the wildflowers always return.
Monday, October 15, 2012
6
Dear you,
Hello. I think that I'm rediscovering you. It's so strange, I thought you were so different and so changed. And why yes, you aren't the same, I think that I like this you quite a bit. You're strong now, there's a fire in your eyes and pride in your walk. However, you are faced with quite a tragedy. You don't see this in yourself, you still see yourself as that broken bird. But dear, you are so much more. You're not bound anymore except by the chains you allow to hang on you. They aren't even locked anymore, you're just too scared to take them off. But how can this be? Don't you wish to be freed? I don't think so. Being chained is much safer, nothing can take you away and you can't get lost. But dear, the best journeys come from the unexpected twists of life. After all, that's how we came to be friends. And you, my dear, have become one of my greatest plot twists.
Hello. I think that I'm rediscovering you. It's so strange, I thought you were so different and so changed. And why yes, you aren't the same, I think that I like this you quite a bit. You're strong now, there's a fire in your eyes and pride in your walk. However, you are faced with quite a tragedy. You don't see this in yourself, you still see yourself as that broken bird. But dear, you are so much more. You're not bound anymore except by the chains you allow to hang on you. They aren't even locked anymore, you're just too scared to take them off. But how can this be? Don't you wish to be freed? I don't think so. Being chained is much safer, nothing can take you away and you can't get lost. But dear, the best journeys come from the unexpected twists of life. After all, that's how we came to be friends. And you, my dear, have become one of my greatest plot twists.
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