and if the oceans would part
and lead a path from me to you,
i swear i’d clutch our string of fate
like it’s the greatest game of tug of war
like the pull on my heart which loves to let you win. but when we fall into each other i know it’s already a shared victory
i would bear the blisters.
i’d live with the rope burn.
you know, i think i’ve seen you in my dreams.
but with a memory like mine, i know you best by the pull on my heart.
in the light from the sun. in reflections.
in my half smile that the Gods themselves fit your half into.
their final greatest puzzle piece.
anyone else feel strong connections 2 future loves sometimes?
- Moments. Tiny moments. Big moments. Unexpected moments. I've-been-waiting-my-whole-life-for-this moments.
- Seeing the world through the cracks in its mask; directly in its eyes (or where the holes should be at least).
- Accepting the all-round unimportance of humanity to the world but giving the world to humanity. There is no definition of who or what a good person is. So hold positive qualities (like love, honesty, rebelliousness, compassion, affection) in your palms and give your true self to the world. Tell yourself you are good. In turn, you then will be.
- Treat the Earth nicely. You have a short stay and after all, you're just part of an energy system. Be nice to Pluto too. God forbid, it could use it.
She was the first drops of rain on a spring morning
And I was the hurricane on a late summer night
The way she moved with such ease through me
She was the light in the dark
She burned all night, but not for herself
I was love drunk
A wild storm swinging free
I could protect you from the outside
Hide you away from it all
The eye of my storm
In the end all storms must either move on
Or die out
I couldn't die out with you
I was so scared
You were the drizzle that started it all
And I was the hurricane that ended it
BUT YOU ARE A WRITER
AND YOUR HEART DOESNT
FEEL THE WAY YOU WANT IT TOO
AND YOUR MIND DOESNT
WORK IN ONE SPECIFIC WAY
AND YOUR MOUTH DOESNT
SAY ALL THE RIGHT WORDS
THOUGH YOUR HAND SPEAKS
THEM FOR YOU
ARE A WRITER
Sometimes, I think too fast
and the letters get jumbled
and the words come out wrong,
But it's those words,
the ones that make no sense,
From my racing mind,
that mean the most.