Apr 05, 2008 04:57
I'm on a place called myyearbook.com and that is where I am talking about when I bring up parts of this next post(where all these post are coming from at that)
If I haven't explained this then I will now. I do like writing. Some things trigger me to need to write, and I have a standing rule whatever or whoever is connected to it that did, I'll always allow them to see it.
As with many personal/social networking areas I'll feel moved to do this with photo's, something they said, or here simply mood settings that aren't horny, happy or something else close to these.
So to a stranger I send this, I'm a stalker, right?
Beyond All
I say to you that seek many things that are nothing. Beyond beauty is love, beyond weakness is resolve. A turn for life by bloom, full with color and vibrate display. With a few breaths sank deep within a famished soul.
Eyes alive, dancing almost, and completely free. Soon though, completely so, a cloud will come. Turn these things away from light and within the dark. Now cold even still the body warm.
I'd search for you and you alone within the dark. Feel your face, lips, and soft kind hands. Knowing as they return my touch, my love, almost so my very soul, I am warmed. By the day I had much, and now alone tonight, there is much more.
I will not seek a candle's flame nor another light. For I am complete with love by the soul. It once was mine alone and had not grown. Now it's ours with yours and mine, together sewn. As for all I once ask, I'll laugh. I have much more then that in this, you and I alone.