So here we are. The Grey. Silence and nothingness. No passion, no love. Not even its flipside of hate. Just greyness. Loneliness and longing. Waiting for Godot That will never come Unless the sun rises in your heart once more.
What do I want you to do? Stop. Reflect. Believe. Love.
There is no sunrise in the midst of a storm, No light save that which we create. And although I would never wish you harm You drown out my love with hate.
I haven’t seen the sun in days. The grey of the Northern winter Hangs over everything, cold That bites the flesh and soul Stealing your breath and leaving You bitter has arrived.
You are the most beautiful of enigmas. Aggressively sexy and shyly demure Completely confident and yet so unsure. Brazen and bold yet fearful of neglect, Bitter and sweet, a poisonous treat. All fictions and conflictions Of dissonant cognitions Stories and lies wrapped up in the truth that I should hate. But I love you.
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Dreams are messages from the Universe or from our subconscious minds attempting to warn or guide us. Whether the Powers above or our deepest darkest desires are the source and inspiration for the messages as we sleep, we must listen to our guides. Else we are out of harmony with the world and our selves; […]
I remember. I remember bringing you coffee, your hair cascading on the pillow, a halo around my angel’s sleepy head. I remember the feel of your lips, as I gently kissed them to awaken my sleeping beauty. I remember the smiles and laughs, dancing across your lips and eyes releasing your passion and I remember […]
I loved you passionately and gently, A raging fire that gently warmed My soul and world. You hated fiercely and quietly, A darkness that slowly gnawed Your soul and world. When Fire and Void met, the result was the same as ever before. My fire is no more.