#written feeling

[winetruth]

Pilots Bay

Sometimes I feel like you’re there still

In that house by the water,

Waiting for me

And I’d return to you with a kiss, a hug, the morning paper

We’d sip our coffees collectively, gazing at the sky, at you, at me

As if time eluded us

Distance no longer existed

I will go the rest of this lifetime loving you from afar.

-a.a.

[winetruth]

- i know how it ends -

I’ve seen how it ends

The emotions dull while

The memories waste themselves out in bar rooms with pretty blondes

And you forget the way my fingers felt around you

The way my lips pressed to your chest

The nights we spent memorizing love letters just to rip them up in the wine to ease the bite of longing in the shattering of glass

I know how it ends

I’ve seen the ending before.

In a wanting and desperate daydream of our futures intertwined and our children playing in the front yard of our house

We will never share a house but we once shared everything.

And we never will have children, which frees you but in return maims me

My ability to love wholeheartedly will dissipate in the snow

And when the sun sets,

We will part in the night like the perfect goodbye spoken a moment too soon.

But I will remember the way your body fit into mine

The way your lips spoke my name from a far away room.

I know how it ends

And you do too.

-a.a.

[winetruth]

- for love or fire -

There was black coffee on the table along with

a note addressed to yourself that you wrote when you were drunk

Endless nights of crashing into furious love affairs and rewriting the tragic endings

To fit a mouth more suitable for a kiss goodnight rather than a bashful walk of shame

Still, I sat beside myself alone in the shadow of your bedroom

Wondering if we were made for love or fire

For fury or madness

Or for nothing at all.

-a.a.

[winetruth]

we existed in remarkable lighting

I know that feeling

Ive tasted that smile

The wine you’re drinking was once in my glass

And now I’m wading through waters

Tripping out of clubs trying to remember what I felt like before I knew you existed

Before I felt you in silent films and silver screens

Before romance came to life in technicolor and your record player

Love has become a stranger to me

A friendly wave given to remark it’s passing through

But I know that smile

I’ve feasted on those feelings

That wine you’re drinking was once in my glass.

-a.a.

[winetruth]

Whiskey in your tea

His footsteps carried the weight of abandon down the hall

While romance decayed with the flowers he brought me on the bed

I wanted him to choose me

To handpick me in a room full of pretty things and call me his own

While I wrote him poems and titled them his name

I wanted him to take me dancing and leave me stranded all on my own

As he stirred whiskey in his tea and became the phantom that chased me in my dreams

I am only in love when the timing is not right and the person does not exist.

-a.a.

[kiss-of-great]

Acum ştiu..Sunt şi eu ca toţi ceilalţi:Adoleşcent sentimental şi visător..Zadarnic încerc să mă ascund..Sunt sentimentaal,sunt ridicool!!

kiss-of-great