Write and Don't Stop

A place of thoughtful musings and poetry. She/Her "Come sit with me, and tell me the adventures that occur within your mind."

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A sunbeam through the scratched window pane

In the tender farmhouse kitchen,

Fell down like a gentle rain,

Rendering the love song a sweet exhibition.

 

The nimble sweep of footsteps,

Glided softly along the hardwood floors.

A show of love stronger than words could express,

Tied the hearts with unbreakable cords.

 

A lip upon the forehead,

Whispered a silent promise.

Yet with every word unsaid,

Was a sonnet which to cherish.

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How beautiful that in a fraction of a moment, we can meet someone who lights our soul on fire for all eternity.

-a.d.

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I miss the way your eyes lit up when you saw me enter a room.

- a.d.

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I think I have come to loathe feelings. They are quite the most detestable things I have ever known, one emotion striking a greater blow than years worths of battle scars.

It never ceases to amaze me how strongly our hearts become enamoured by other humans, other fallen and broken beings like ourselves. And yet, through the rosy eyes of love, we view them as sweet angels, and dare to dream of being carried upon the wings of hope and affection.

But alas, all is in vain. No sooner have we surpassed the mountain top than we come crashing down and receive a frightful blow.

Oh my soul, please be cured of this thing you call love, for it is feeding you poison.

- a.d.

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Sometimes you meet someone, and there is a keen sting knowing a lifetime will never be long enough.

- a.d.

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One day, we will happen upon each other and laugh about all the years we spent missing each other.

- a.d.

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We live our lives in a perpetual continuum of barriers and facades, keeping our true selves carefully locked away in a dungeon of self-enslavement, save anyone should look upon the vulnerability we strive to hide. And then one day, another soul happens upon you in some unguarded moment, seizing the sight of sheer brokenness through a crack in your fortress so-thought fortified. And finally, in that crack they propel a seed so tiny, smashing the locks of that dungeon to free the creature trapped inside. Yes, the tragedy of that dastardly thing we so call love.

- a.d

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We may feel like the world is crumbling around us, and yet the sun continues to rise and set each day, a glorious reminder that life always must go on.

- a.d.

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Life is too short to not drink tea every day.

- a.d.

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Do not look into my eyes too long, for it only makes the darkness all the more inky when you are gone.

- a.d.

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If I had a thousand lives, I’d still try and find you in every one.

- a.d.

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Do not tell me my heart is too big for the world. My darling, the world is too small to contain all the magnitude of my heart.

- a.d.

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Sometimes I get a little ache in my heart, for I do believe I love you just a little more than I was supposed to.

- a.d.

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If all my life was an empty page, I’d write about you.

- a.d.

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I think, perchance, I once happened upon you in a sweet long-forgotten dream, for when my heart met yours, it took off its shoes and settled into peaceful abode.

- a.d.

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I think a little piece of me will always regret not telling you how much I really cared.

- a.d.

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