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Cherish these tears before they collect the salt that I stole before they wipe the cheek that I once ran across before they slash at the floors that keep my lover stable that prepare her knees for a messy landing that cradle her head as it crumbles under pressure pieces and pieces of forgotten timber trees fear for something more than a simple earth scare treating the bleeding bark hiding the tears behind some black-eyed fur coughing behind the clear-throated past hiding in the roots of someone who is forgetting someone who has given less always recieving more when no more could be obtained I am thirsty once again though I have not the permission of the wind and thus I must rule out direction if I was to seek out her mouth I could never prepare myself for the trip to come since she would leave me no other path to follow except through the darkness that currently cradles her dispair maybe I will see her cheek again maybe I will walk on something harder than brown grass maybe one day I will grow a tree without a surrounding wilderness and with her hand scooping out the ground waste for me I will prepare a place for her tears to grow in forming around true promises this time that do not always crumble like useless old me all will grow again inside of that more perfect understanding and my theivery will seem to subside for the time being |
not all the pain in the world could take me away from you. i love you so much. and i will just ask you to explain a couple of stanza's for me this time.lol. "pieces and pieces of forgotten timber trees fear for something more than a simple earth scare treating the bleeding bark hiding the tears behind some black-eyed fur coughing behind the clear-throated past hiding in the roots of someone who is forgetting someone who has given less always recieving more when no more could be obtained I am thirsty once again though I have not the permission of the wind and thus I must rule out direction if I was to seek out her mouth I could never prepare myself for the trip to come since she would leave me no other path to follow except through the darkness that currently cradles her dispair" yes, i understand that's half the poem.lol. but still....just want you to go over those with me :*) brilliant work my love. brilliant as always. XOxoXO, me | Posted on 2006-12-27 00:00:00 | by angelfyre | [ Reply to This ] | |