Monday, May 27, 2013
Moistening my glasses with hot coffee's vapor
When I think over about last night's endeavor.
How many times have we called it quits,
and find ourselves picking up the bits,
only to shatter us once again,
and act as if this didn't happen?
Where do we find us beyond love
granting all that we don't have
If everything we own is not enough
to remain stable, steady, or tough?
We are closing the final curtain
Not because we were uncertain
But we loved beyond the us
and we treasure all that was.
Everything will be as they were
All good as I remember.
We can't say we didn't try,
I love you, love. Good bye.
9knots | 02:00 pm
Never stop asking
Of other writings
Roar until you hear yourself.
I am not who you're looking for.