Mirrored like a windowpane I know you’re there, but not at all No great height at last it would be To fall like this, endlessly Into the wellspring of it all But to a craft and wet stone be The way you hone the idea smooth Like a riverbed, put me to rest And toss me as a stone unto And in doing so Smooth me into you
No comment from behind reading glasses - Because now is not the time
The only woman I have seen was through the mirror. The only men I have laid eyes upon the faces of you and father. Features like yours belong to none another. You are the only one that belongs in my heart. You are the only one that belongs by my side.
I can't think straight around you, My actions aren't mine, And I forget the ways of my own flesh and blood.
This was based on a line that stuck out to me in the Tempest.
someone told me time heals everything but time is not gluing my heart together and fixing the spaces where you belonged time is not erasing the image of your body, lifeless and cold time is not healing anything all time does is stall.
it doesnt matter how many there is i dont have to show how wealthy i am you should loook past the roses and my wallet into my heart and admire the love and passion for you all the love that rests for you in my arms and legs my feet and hands in my blood which is the color of red roses