You Can't Wait Forever To Be Loved
Foreword
I wrote this in June (2007). It was meant to be sent to someone that I was trying to decide how involved I wanted to be with them. I don't think I had much of an intent with it, other than I had promised that I'd write a story to send to him while he was away. When I wrote it, it didn't matter how I felt, because he had already made up his mind about how things were going to be between us for awhile. And that was nothing, which was illustrated in the fact that there was no communication going on between us anymore. That was frustrating. When I wrote it, and even now looking back, it wasn't really meant for him. It was meant for me. There have been few times when I've written recreationally and have actually been able to finish what I was writing. This is one of those times. I think there was really only one other completed work that I've done, and that was posted in a blog in May of 2006, I believe ["Northview (For Him)"]. At any rate, I stumbled upon this in my room tonight when I was looking for my Notebook. This (along with a sweet piece of "art" I'd made consisting of repeated Copeland lyrics on notebook paper), was laying on top of it written in pencil on a similar piece of notebook paper. I reread it and decided I wanted to share it with whomever wanted to read it. The capitalization is intentional, used for emphasis. The punctuation is questionable. The grammar should be alright. Any spelling mistakes are probably due to a lack of current typing skills and my laziness to go back and proofread.
At any rate, I hope you enjoy it.
Untitled Work: June 2007 (the World).
frequently the World doesn't realize what a beauty she really is. she is filled with people trying to rip her apart and destroy her from the inside out. she is so used to people tearing away at her heart that the World has begun to put up her walled fortress. on the rare occasion that a person really does see how wonderful she is, she shuts them out. she refuses to believe that there is no alterior motive. no, she's trusted too many people before, and they've all let her down. each one more painful than the last.
everyone is out to get her.
they will stop at nothing to tear her down. they've found her weakness and are ripping holes in her. the World is not indestructible. she is gentle and fragile. she wants only to be protected by someone who carers. the only problem is, she pushes everyone away, so she doesn't allow herself to be protected. she doesn't see that.
most think the sky has always been blue, or some shade of it. i don't believe this to be true. blue is associated with sadness, but the World wasn't always sad. she used to be happy. the World was happy once. she would paint herself all sorts of colors when she was happy. pinks, yellows, oranges, purples, white, they'd swirl and blend in her sky, showing how excited she was to be alive.
then people started taking their anger out on her. suddenly these people she loved and nurtured hated her. there was no reason. the World was simply the enemy. she was so hurt. she felt so unloved. how cold they do this to her? suddenly her beautiful portrait turned blue. her sky was no longer the lively being it once was. it was only in her memory. the irony of it was that she was still beautiful. no matter how hard she tried to be ugly, someone always found the beauty in her art. she couldn't escape her magnifcence. she constantly doubted herself. the moon was the only one that could fully see her as she really was. after all, the moon was looking from the outside in. only he was close enough, but still far away.
the planets all laughed at her; the stars scoffed. not even the heavens could take her seriously. it's no wonder she felt alone. they were all too far away to see how badly she was hurting. the moon never knew what to say to her, so he kept his distance. every so often he'd leave for awhile. but he always came back. the World depended on him in that way. he'd leave, and slowly make his return. then when he was ready, he'd shine on her in her darkest hours, so bright he was, whispering words of encouragement. she'd never admit it, but he was what got her through. she couldn't say it, but he was everything she needed. she loved that man in the moon, but he was always out of reach, and he had no idea.
he knew she was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to him.
the World continued to be sad. the World continued to be blue. the only times she was happy was just before he came to visit, on days when she thought maybe he'd come closer to her. but he always kept his distance. at these times she'd paint herself orange with the sun, and would sometimes throw in pinks and purples.
after each night of the moon whispering his kind words, the World woud paint in the faintest hints of happiness. soft shades of pink and yellow would brush the edges of the sky. she'd think today woudl be different. today no one would hate her. but then, as quickly as her hope had come, someone would utter those awful words, and the World was blue once again.
the World doesn't realize how beautiful she really is, inside and out. sometimes all she needs is for someone to mean it.
she can't wait forever for the moon.
you can't wait forever to be loved.
-LCD
I wrote this in June (2007). It was meant to be sent to someone that I was trying to decide how involved I wanted to be with them. I don't think I had much of an intent with it, other than I had promised that I'd write a story to send to him while he was away. When I wrote it, it didn't matter how I felt, because he had already made up his mind about how things were going to be between us for awhile. And that was nothing, which was illustrated in the fact that there was no communication going on between us anymore. That was frustrating. When I wrote it, and even now looking back, it wasn't really meant for him. It was meant for me. There have been few times when I've written recreationally and have actually been able to finish what I was writing. This is one of those times. I think there was really only one other completed work that I've done, and that was posted in a blog in May of 2006, I believe ["Northview (For Him)"]. At any rate, I stumbled upon this in my room tonight when I was looking for my Notebook. This (along with a sweet piece of "art" I'd made consisting of repeated Copeland lyrics on notebook paper), was laying on top of it written in pencil on a similar piece of notebook paper. I reread it and decided I wanted to share it with whomever wanted to read it. The capitalization is intentional, used for emphasis. The punctuation is questionable. The grammar should be alright. Any spelling mistakes are probably due to a lack of current typing skills and my laziness to go back and proofread.
At any rate, I hope you enjoy it.
Untitled Work: June 2007 (the World).
frequently the World doesn't realize what a beauty she really is. she is filled with people trying to rip her apart and destroy her from the inside out. she is so used to people tearing away at her heart that the World has begun to put up her walled fortress. on the rare occasion that a person really does see how wonderful she is, she shuts them out. she refuses to believe that there is no alterior motive. no, she's trusted too many people before, and they've all let her down. each one more painful than the last.
everyone is out to get her.
they will stop at nothing to tear her down. they've found her weakness and are ripping holes in her. the World is not indestructible. she is gentle and fragile. she wants only to be protected by someone who carers. the only problem is, she pushes everyone away, so she doesn't allow herself to be protected. she doesn't see that.
most think the sky has always been blue, or some shade of it. i don't believe this to be true. blue is associated with sadness, but the World wasn't always sad. she used to be happy. the World was happy once. she would paint herself all sorts of colors when she was happy. pinks, yellows, oranges, purples, white, they'd swirl and blend in her sky, showing how excited she was to be alive.
then people started taking their anger out on her. suddenly these people she loved and nurtured hated her. there was no reason. the World was simply the enemy. she was so hurt. she felt so unloved. how cold they do this to her? suddenly her beautiful portrait turned blue. her sky was no longer the lively being it once was. it was only in her memory. the irony of it was that she was still beautiful. no matter how hard she tried to be ugly, someone always found the beauty in her art. she couldn't escape her magnifcence. she constantly doubted herself. the moon was the only one that could fully see her as she really was. after all, the moon was looking from the outside in. only he was close enough, but still far away.
the planets all laughed at her; the stars scoffed. not even the heavens could take her seriously. it's no wonder she felt alone. they were all too far away to see how badly she was hurting. the moon never knew what to say to her, so he kept his distance. every so often he'd leave for awhile. but he always came back. the World depended on him in that way. he'd leave, and slowly make his return. then when he was ready, he'd shine on her in her darkest hours, so bright he was, whispering words of encouragement. she'd never admit it, but he was what got her through. she couldn't say it, but he was everything she needed. she loved that man in the moon, but he was always out of reach, and he had no idea.
he knew she was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to him.
the World continued to be sad. the World continued to be blue. the only times she was happy was just before he came to visit, on days when she thought maybe he'd come closer to her. but he always kept his distance. at these times she'd paint herself orange with the sun, and would sometimes throw in pinks and purples.
after each night of the moon whispering his kind words, the World woud paint in the faintest hints of happiness. soft shades of pink and yellow would brush the edges of the sky. she'd think today woudl be different. today no one would hate her. but then, as quickly as her hope had come, someone would utter those awful words, and the World was blue once again.
the World doesn't realize how beautiful she really is, inside and out. sometimes all she needs is for someone to mean it.
she can't wait forever for the moon.
you can't wait forever to be loved.
-LCD