For Hilly, my "red" lover buddy. :)
He had been awake for almost two hours, staring at the ceiling. The ballad of the room was the wind swaying the trees against the window and the breaths she took sleeping beside him, rested on his arm. His hand angled to Переместить his fingers through her hair and massage her scalp. He reminisced of the past three years, leading up to Mayfield.
I'm here again
a thousand miles away from Ты
a broken mess just scattered pieces of who I am
The pain began surging back--
I tried to hard, thought I could do this on my own
--and the thoughts of death, abandonment, solitary, misery and despair came rushing back into his veins, He could see his past reflected on the blank wall; tainted and scarred with wounds that were yet still left to heal.
I've Остаться в живых so much along the way
He felt the urge to cry, but this was when he looked down.
then I see your face I know I'm finally yours
He smiled, as a single tear grazed down his bruised cheek.
I find everything I thought I Остаться в живых before
His сердце uplifts, and begins at first steady, but continues to gradually race. Happiness is flowing.
you call my name, I come to Ты in pieces
He kisses her lovingly on her forehead and lingers, before resting his upon hers. She awakens and see his eyes, like crystalline waters.
I've come undone, but Ты make sense of who I am
She shifts her head to Kiss his face, lifts her arm to interlock fingers.
like puzzle pieces in your hand
She then looks up at him.
when I see your face I know I'm finally yours
The longing in her eyes cannot be dismissed.
I find everything I thought I Остаться в живых before
He turns on his side and Благодарности his arm up to rest his head. She lays their hands along her midriff. They lock eyes again, and she whispers.
you call my name, I come to Ты in pieces
He lowers his head to Kiss her. They both feel it racing through their veins, pumping with their heart; It's the grief they swallowed to get here; the passion that carried them through; the trust that kept them going; the Любовь they always knew.
They could feel it now.
I tried so hard
so hard
I tried so hard
Their sufferings were silenced--pain ceased. And in this kiss, grew greater meaning. Greater happiness and greater Любовь that they never knew. They were blessed.
With this, he let go.
then I see your face
He clenched his teeth and swallowed hard.
I know I'm finally yours
They were sure
I find everything, I thought I Остаться в живых before
They had hope. He then whispered.
you call my name I come to Ты in pieces
She spoke, "I Любовь you." And with that--inside, he felt a piece of his soul come back, from the many
pieces once shattered before.
so Ты can make me whole...
She now finds and gathers those pieces, put them in safekeeping within her heart, as she mends him back together....
so Ты can make me whole.
He had been awake for almost two hours, staring at the ceiling. The ballad of the room was the wind swaying the trees against the window and the breaths she took sleeping beside him, rested on his arm. His hand angled to Переместить his fingers through her hair and massage her scalp. He reminisced of the past three years, leading up to Mayfield.
I'm here again
a thousand miles away from Ты
a broken mess just scattered pieces of who I am
The pain began surging back--
I tried to hard, thought I could do this on my own
--and the thoughts of death, abandonment, solitary, misery and despair came rushing back into his veins, He could see his past reflected on the blank wall; tainted and scarred with wounds that were yet still left to heal.
I've Остаться в живых so much along the way
He felt the urge to cry, but this was when he looked down.
then I see your face I know I'm finally yours
He smiled, as a single tear grazed down his bruised cheek.
I find everything I thought I Остаться в живых before
His сердце uplifts, and begins at first steady, but continues to gradually race. Happiness is flowing.
you call my name, I come to Ты in pieces
He kisses her lovingly on her forehead and lingers, before resting his upon hers. She awakens and see his eyes, like crystalline waters.
I've come undone, but Ты make sense of who I am
She shifts her head to Kiss his face, lifts her arm to interlock fingers.
like puzzle pieces in your hand
She then looks up at him.
when I see your face I know I'm finally yours
The longing in her eyes cannot be dismissed.
I find everything I thought I Остаться в живых before
He turns on his side and Благодарности his arm up to rest his head. She lays their hands along her midriff. They lock eyes again, and she whispers.
you call my name, I come to Ты in pieces
He lowers his head to Kiss her. They both feel it racing through their veins, pumping with their heart; It's the grief they swallowed to get here; the passion that carried them through; the trust that kept them going; the Любовь they always knew.
They could feel it now.
I tried so hard
so hard
I tried so hard
Their sufferings were silenced--pain ceased. And in this kiss, grew greater meaning. Greater happiness and greater Любовь that they never knew. They were blessed.
With this, he let go.
then I see your face
He clenched his teeth and swallowed hard.
I know I'm finally yours
They were sure
I find everything, I thought I Остаться в живых before
They had hope. He then whispered.
you call my name I come to Ты in pieces
She spoke, "I Любовь you." And with that--inside, he felt a piece of his soul come back, from the many
pieces once shattered before.
so Ты can make me whole...
She now finds and gathers those pieces, put them in safekeeping within her heart, as she mends him back together....
so Ты can make me whole.
When does Любовь become something we need, rather than something we want? Любовь was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Любовь is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Любовь is common currency when Ты are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older Ты get. Do we not care about the substance of what Любовь was and not what it has been made into today by commercialisation from American Фильмы and Телевидение commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Любовь for real, can we Комментарий and judge others who are in Love. Любовь means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Любовь is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Любовь is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.