It gets... agonizing.
So, very agonizing, and she wonders through the days,
"will it ever end?"
Perhaps, maybe, the divinity of nature
struck down on the undeserving.
A mistake is not a lifetime
                            but a good portion of it
and deep down she knows she couldn't
but each day regrets her decisions
and rubs lamps on nightstands littered with lotto tickets.
To make matters worse, or better,
all around her are visions of joy,
                            happiness, love?
And by accepting her fate,
she embraces, and acknowledges,
that the deed was surely done,
and life in death.

Love, actually
is nothing but two hearts intertwined.
love, actually
is nothing but two into one heart combined.

Love, actually

hurts so much.

but I'd rather have loved and lost

than to have loved never before.

My heart is intertwined
forever with yours in time.

it is very late
I hold onto
your arm

& our shadows wither in the
sunset

& you spin me
around
in the unreal
movie screen way

& I feel
for a moment
in the crazy
tight warmth
of you

my shaking
reflection in the
water

doesn't have
wounds

it has wings

so I hope
you never
release me

We're all two faced ,
One left to  be never found
The other just an illusive smile.
So which do we choose to show?

I'm glad mine is still within the shadows,
I never hope to bring it out... Don't force me to.

Warm rain drops beating the pattern of my heart's pulse on the shutters of this old barn house while far away a lone wolf cries, unanswered.

Wind kissed tears from hollow sad eyes form wet trails over dried out wrinkles, whistling through the caverns of past glories on this war torn face, bringing colour and life with the desert rose.

Softly playing violins couple with the lone broken voice of a fallen angel, singing of maladies forgotten, joys yet birthed and a promise, a promise that you fulfill with each breath.

Morning bird song chirping of fresh hope and new love, a sweet tune warding off possible predators even while in search of prey.

Rumbling thunder, the roaring approval of gods reverberating within my bones, my soul, even as the hairs on my arm stand on end at the sound of the fickle lords' voices.

The silence of night captures my imagination, from it's seemingly emptiness rises fables of faery love and poems of ***** desires, all falling short of your brilliant black opal beauty.

I hate this feeling of being split in two.
I just want to go buy some glue.
**** a needle and thread would do.
anything to be one piece.
I hate this feeling of being split in two.
What am I suppose to do.
I am an honest person so everything I say is true.
I hate this feeling of being split in two.