The love that makes me cry
The kind that brings hot tears to my eyes
Is the one saying "you, not I"
Gentle, the softest consuming
it's the sort that tickles your fingers
doesn't leave, but lingers
unconsciously keeps you assuming
assuming their finite cares part by part
-you didn't even know it at the start
puling them deeper into your heart
And then one day the **** with crow
and when their love lets go your hand
it is then that you will understand
the betrayal of the love that takes
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 9:45 PM UTC
The love that makes me cry
The kind that brings hot tears to my eyes
Is the one saying "you, not I"
Gentle, the softest consuming
it's the sort that tickles your fingers
doesn't leave, but lingers
unconsciously keeps you assuming
assuming their finite cares part by part
-you didn't even know it at the start
puling them deeper into your heart
And then one day the **** with crow
and when their love lets go your hand
it is then that you will understand
the betrayal of the love that takes
I was going somewhere with this but it's taking such a long time to try and get words right and it feels cheesier and cheesier as it progresses. One of the women I really admire and used to really look up to when I was younger wrote an open letter addressing her decision to walk away from the religious rings she had been a part of. She was honest and sincere and told it very transparent. One of her main points of discussion was that the church body she has been affiliated with (as like many others) has an "us" and "them" mentality about people, and she also spoke about love. Her letter made my hair stand on ends a little, words are striking, powerful things. I'm glad some people have the power to express them with grace and eloquence. Dignity.
I've never been good at telling people I admire them.
