Drip Drip Drip Water flows down my throat. Cool liquid refreshes my mouth. A chill fills my chest after every gulp. A rush goes through my head. Power enters my veins. Except, the feeling doesn’t last. But it returns after every taste. Your love is my water. And mine is yours. Drip Drip Splash
I Love Water
Thoughts swim around my mind looking for an entry into my conscious. Some of them have an endless amount of energy, they never quit. Others only appear at the right time. But all of these thoughts overcome my mind. Sometimes it’s unbearable, other times it’s as peaceful as walking through a meadow. Still I am learning to harness and control my thoughts. So that they don’t succeed in controlling me.
Thoughts
I thought it would last forever. It seemed like it would. Little did I know my love would be stripped from me. I wept at the thought of what could have been. It was sometime before I knew I could grow past the sorrow. My heart so stubborn, it thought there was only one person out there to make it happy. I’m still working on telling it there is someone out there right now Someone growing a flower of joy for my heart. It’s a wonderful feeling to know at least one more person out there might bring life to my flower A love once lost, found anew.
A Love Once Lost
olek-skilgannon: Woe is the sorrow of my aching heart. For she doth not love me as i love her. I will cease not loving her for i am no hart. O tis it love that my heart is after? Thou has opened my heart, and i gave it. What I wouldn’t do to snatch thy heart back. I would accept hers, but it was not lit. Alas her heart stays in a loving lack. My sorrow that has been written to she. For she and thy hearts had yet to say. “I’m in a loving bliss with only thee.” Alas, in continuance my heart stays. So my heart will lye in an endless wait. I just hope her hear not arrives too late. (via olek-skilgannon)
Lonely Heart
"Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty’s legacy? Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And being frank, she lends to those are free. Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse The bounteous largess given thee to give? Profitless usurer, why dost thou use So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live? For having traffic with thyself alone, Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive. Then how, when nature calls thee to be gone, What acceptable audit canst thou leave? Thy unused beauty must be tomb’d with thee, Which, used, lives th’ executor to be. -William Shakespeare"
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