I miss you. I wish I could have realised sooner how valuable your life was to me. But I now realise how you live on in me, genetically, spirituality and by love. I see you in everything, from the colour of my nails to a picture of a dolphin in a shop window. You are unique, and precious. It's difficult to understand that I can't see you again. But I can remember you, and hope that it's enough. Goodnight ❤️
This was originally written as a song, this is the first section before parts repeat and the tone changes etc. The theme for the songs I'm writing is loosely based around past, present and future. If anyone is interested in seeing the rest of this song then let me know! (These are my first attempts at song writing so constructive criticism is welcome).
My pillow still smells of you From the last time you stayed over Always thinking of you And trying to be sober Your scent muddles my brain I feel butterflies and warmth I desire you more than I can explain
Your ocean eyes lure me in They swim with lust and love (for me) Your touch gives me shivers And I warm up from within Hot breath on my skin and touching my hair Brings me close. You're a danger, I breathe you instead of air.
before it dawned on my visual field you were gone like a ghost in the wind now the air is stale and speaks a foreign dialect. my mind picks up the last few signposts of summer, waiting like angels of transition- one eye verdant, another blood red. maybe this evening is possessed or maybe I'm seeing things or maybe, just maybe the world is racing too fast. two hours past the end of this summer, my arms are frozen from your transparent embrace. two swollen orbs traverse the skyline, searching for a rebirth of dawn, when electric poles cast longitudinal shadows on the thermodynamic sand, but farewells last longer than wordless prayers. nightmares tiptoe around the borders of my town and monsters creep downstairs from their highland houses- battles resume in the wind, muffled voices hint at silent prayers, a sigh a door, a plagiarised speech on screen, two bottles of champagne- one underneath a bed, another in bits claiming a quietus. thousand soldiers on road, and three battles curtailed at home. in a world where winter lasts forever, orphans of life still peep through windows, a prayer in their gazes knocks on summer's door.
a sunset a day, two battles a night. someday there'll be a dawn without martyrs of a quotidian summer dissolving with hopes on the shore.
Its difficult to heal when the one who loved, becomes the one who betray. To relive again with the same old memories, to found joy at every place you visited when together, and amidst all that, to find love again...Do you think thats easy? Betraying is easy my friend, but healing with all these consciences requires some great courage. So, she decided to be courageous, not just to heal herself but to prove to the whole world out there, that she has had enough and now its time for her to rule.