Post by dakoolah on Jul 27, 2013 20:38:19 GMT -5
It was noon on a summers eve. My heart fluttered, for where our backs lay was a busy city of yellow pillows, encompassed with our breaths.
If not for your gentle smile, that softly brushed my soul, i would've forgotten the sorrow of your impending departure.
I knew I would lose my heart in the pursuit of a rampart. Though my mind urged me to sway her heart to reconsider, she seemed firm on placing her life on every bow and stern. All that was left was the momentary bliss that seemed to borrow her soul and ride the wings of the wind.
I reveled in her peace and let the moment flow, for there was plenty of time for weep and woe.
Nary a dream swept my mind as the suns rose and stole nights time. It beamed it's fire into my eyes as if to add to my forthcoming cries.
She awoke with a smile and graced my frown. I stared into her eyes and noticed the plethora of confidence that she bore, so much that I started to believe it. Time was in a hurry to steal my beloved so it raced. It slipped the bonds of a pause and it raced. She packed her bags, my soul in side pockets, off to cleanse the world with her missiles and rockets. I grabbed her hand and held it tight. She stared in my eyes; she could feel my fright.
Before I could squeeze her hand any tighter she reluctantly ripped it away.
Knowing my intentions, she asked me to believe in her. It was a request that was difficult for me to deny, but for my own soulful closure I asked her "when will you stop breaking my heart?" and with sincerity in her words she replied "when it stops being so fragile..."
If not for your gentle smile, that softly brushed my soul, i would've forgotten the sorrow of your impending departure.
I knew I would lose my heart in the pursuit of a rampart. Though my mind urged me to sway her heart to reconsider, she seemed firm on placing her life on every bow and stern. All that was left was the momentary bliss that seemed to borrow her soul and ride the wings of the wind.
I reveled in her peace and let the moment flow, for there was plenty of time for weep and woe.
Nary a dream swept my mind as the suns rose and stole nights time. It beamed it's fire into my eyes as if to add to my forthcoming cries.
She awoke with a smile and graced my frown. I stared into her eyes and noticed the plethora of confidence that she bore, so much that I started to believe it. Time was in a hurry to steal my beloved so it raced. It slipped the bonds of a pause and it raced. She packed her bags, my soul in side pockets, off to cleanse the world with her missiles and rockets. I grabbed her hand and held it tight. She stared in my eyes; she could feel my fright.
Before I could squeeze her hand any tighter she reluctantly ripped it away.
Knowing my intentions, she asked me to believe in her. It was a request that was difficult for me to deny, but for my own soulful closure I asked her "when will you stop breaking my heart?" and with sincerity in her words she replied "when it stops being so fragile..."