it is ALL a game of LIFE

LIFE
Whatever you feel or Anything that has happened to you. So, how is your LIFE?
  Oct 2, 2015
HB
HB
Oct 2, 2015      Oct 3, 2015

We both love each other but are not free
We both know we can never be

And then you say goodbye
And all I want to do is cry
And die


We message for hours on end
Because you truly are my best friend

And then you say goodbye
And all I want to do is cry
And die


We have each other in tears of laughter
But there will never be a happy ever after

And then you say goodbye
And all I want to do is cry
And die


I know you can't bare for us to be apart
Because we share the same bleeding heart

And then you say goodbye
And all I want to do is cry
And die


We like to tease each other
About what we'd be like if we were truly lovers

And then you say goodbye
And all I want to do is cry
And die


If we were ever left alone
It would end with tingling moans and groans

And then you say goodbye
And all I want to do is cry
And die


How long can this continue before something breaks
It'll only take one mistake

And then you say goodbye
And all I want to do is cry
And die

#love   #forbidden  
  Sep 2, 2015
AlanK
AlanK
Jul 6, 2014

Today the last drops of Hope
Disappeared down the drain.
Unceremoniously.
A slow circular dance without even
A goodbye.
It had been her companion for so many months
Years even.
It nurtured her and she prayed
That her trust would not be in vain.
This pain is not new--just sharper--
and no longer tempered by Hope.

She has built a wall
That can’t be scaled.
Isolation doesn’t lessen the agony
Physical comfort is no cure.
Heartache is like the seasons
It dissolves according to its own rhythm;
A schedule that laughs at our
Attempts to start summer in May.
Love that won’t be returned
Leaves us bobbing endlessly
On the unforgiving sea.
The heart listening devoutly
Devotedly
For those faint murmurs
Which keep it beating.

She waited many seasons for him
Colored leaves to be buried in snow
Then daffodils bringing hope
But falling soon in the heat of summer,
And then lonely winds of November.
How many springs would be enough
Until she knew her love would
Never bloom?

Today is the first day without hope
Waiting no more.
Feeling naked, bruised
But unshackled by a dream,
A nightmare?
Jericho will blow his horn
The wall will come tumbling down,
Maybe not crashing, but brick by brick
Stone by stone.
Will she love again?

  Aug 16, 2015
The Masked Pimpernel

Hey jingle jangle,
From chains the cat dangles,
The crow just murdered the gull.
The skeleton danced,
A jig of romance,
As the bats flew away with his skull.

 
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