Tears tenderly, softly, falling down tracks, etched over time from all the grief being expressed through many years of existence.
Any thoughts left have nothing to being merciful, yet compassion fulfills many an hour in contemplation.
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Thoughts raining down upon me, filling me with grief’s sorrow.
An eerie emptiness settles inside, catching me with it’s effervescent thoughts always in the foreground.
Even though I’m twelve years younger than her, she respects me and treats me with dignity.
I don’t have to walk on eggs when around her.It’s an acceptance that I totally enjoy through friendship with her.An appreciation growing through respect, enjoying her presence in my life.
Letting emotions flow in time with melodies and rhythms,
moment of thinking.A freedom leaving me alone to have an independent flightinto channels of remorseful living.Giving exact timing it’s share of fame, while I trainingall images to walk down a street chosen just to allow themto move about freely, feeling the extraordinary freedom ofliving in the moment.Allowing all desires to be fulfilled entirely within thissphere…
Softly, gently, in time,
through life, making itbittersweet to taste budsof my mind.
Sweetened tears flowing in past joy, remembered in a song being slowly sung in a timeless age-old rhythm.
Feeling their heartstrings being gently pulled in past directions, guiding them to the edges of ‘Swanee River’.
Arrows pointing the way, getting away from the tangled webs of another.
It’s only done from abuse to control and put me down.Still, here I am, standing on the edge of eternity, another ready to push me over and negate me once and for all.