I’d offer you the stars
but to others they’re betrothed
in the form of age old clichés
wrapped in arms of passions throes
I’d compare you to a summers day
where sovereign’s reign brings warming light
but to offer you the Bards own words
would be tasteless, thoughtless, trite.
So what’s the smitten guy to do
when emotion rids him of the words
his heart so sorely wants to use
to express to her undying love.
(via graciouswords)
Clouds of rejection extinguish the final flame of remembrance as tiny globules of broken promises permeate my soul with an effervescing causticity that eats me from the inside out. But tonight, tonight is not about me; tonight is and always will be, about you. Tonight, as your legacy erodes the emptiness your absence has left, my eyes are still drawn to the sky line as the last fragment of hope clings on to the silent wings of what may be.
(via graciouswords)
As I gaze upon the stars
the stars we once did share
beneath the moon
wrapped up in quilted bliss,
free of all our cares.No longer
do they sparkle bright,
nor caress the midnight sky
for the brightest stars
belong to you
and you keep them in
your eyes.Tonight alone
I lay awake
and hug the space
you left behind
and reminisce
in thoughts of us
till sleep creeps in
and peace, I find.
(via graciouswords)
THE FIRST by Photocoyote on Flickr.
When Starbucks was still ‘that cafe around the corner’
untitled by applleJuice on Flickr.
Wine with a view #wine #europe #sangimignano #italy
