Swan song
Her heart is played Like well worn strings; In her eyes The sadness sings Of one who was destined For better things.
Entradas
letting him go
There is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A tender sacrifice. Like the pained silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid; or the bent and broken feet if a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
before there was you
When I used to look above All I saw was sky; And every song That I would sing, I sung not knowing why. All I thought and all I felt, Was only just because, Never was it ever you - Until it was all there was.