As the steam rises from my cup looking over the lake, the mists dancing across its surface you materialize in my thoughts, your beauty still haunting me. Then you dissolve, a phantasm that was never as real as the love you inspired.
Morning Mists
As the steam rises from my cup looking over the lake, the mists dancing across its surface you materialize in my thoughts, your beauty still haunting me. Then you dissolve, a phantasm that was never as real as the love you inspired.
The morning chill is as nothing to the coldness of not having you here anymore.
Not all men are created equal. I made myself better through will and sacrifice, buying into a dream with my sweat and time, investing in myself and my future. And that is why I cannot settle for less than greatness, less than the best, less than all of you.
I should thank you for tearing off the bandage, shattering my illusion and forcing the scales from my eyes. For letting me see the darkness lurking below pretty surfaces and the danger of loving a false person.
It takes all I have to give this much for you my love all is not enough.
The beer goes down too easily Like you did on that guy.
Life has humbled me, beaten down again and again while you have been raised on a pedestal, a false idol. But I will rise again and again under my own power no matter what. Even if you do not reach out to me. For down is not dead, beaten is not broken, and if not […]
There is no happily ever after. The Prince must defend his kingdom from threats external and internal. He carries a burden and suffers wounds, while the Princess must grow up and become a Queen.
The mortal game we play You of the flesh Me of the brain, Both denying the soul We share, our dancing Twin Flame.