So I can not be in denial anymore. I wanted the memory
of romance to come
out to warm me with its warm cloak. Instead
that which is the truth of hearts speak
loud
vibrating - echoeing -
as a surrender to
the air.
my heart strings
played - an outburst
of the melody that holds
our bodies as one.
Live a strong way -
a long way - a way
of love that takes
centuries to burn down.
Maybe these are high ideals?
I don't know.
Most of the time I just try to
Breathe -
and let the wind
take me
as its sister -
chasing me with
its cool wave
of magic.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
So I can not be in denial anymore. I wanted the memory
of romance to come
out to warm me with its warm cloak. Instead
that which is the truth of hearts speak
loud
vibrating - echoeing -
as a surrender to
the air.
my heart strings
played - an outburst
of the melody that holds
our bodies as one.
Live a strong way -
a long way - a way
of love that takes
centuries to burn down.
Maybe these are high ideals?
I don't know.
Most of the time I just try to
Breathe -
and let the wind
take me
as its sister -
chasing me with
its cool wave
of magic.
