Only love the idea of love
Month: September 2014
No means no… All the right answers are derived from wrong questions.
So is there any such thing as a wrong question?
A/n: Completely thrown today. In more ways than one. Tsk.
Hope you all are having a better week than I. 🙂
Disappointment The idea of god was born out of the ashes of broken heart lying at the base of fires of disappointment burning through the hearts of people for other people.
Time Ten months is a long time. Nine months not so much.
Wishing… We wish and dread the same thing...
A/n: Theme: Fortune Cookie Style...
Silly In her own little way she told me to move on. I paid her no heed, thinking what a silly thing to say.
Simplicity In the folds of plain simplicity lies the rose of beauty untouched and forgotten.
A/n: Back to themed weeks, well sort of. This week's posts are all going to be single sentences of abstract ideas.
For sure One thing is for sure- I hate the smell of beer.
Must you dream?
It hurts for me to see you bleed.
But you must bleed.
Oh you must bleed.
It aches deep
when I hear you scream.
But you must bleed.
Oh you must scream.
It kills me to break your dreams.
But love, you must bleed
and rot midst broken dreams.
It hurts for me to see you bleed.
But you must bleed.
Oh you must bleed.
And yet you still dream,
such strange wild dreams,
and say I must dream,
oh, I must dream.
A Topsy Turvy World 