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July 2nd, 2006 @ 7:45pm
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From Now On.
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November 19th, 2005 @ 1:52am
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Our hearts tear at the western sky for fear of drowning in this repetition. The winds are cold now and carry with them hints of past-times we strived to survive. When we stood before angels with bloody feet for having walked miles of truth, and they did not scorn our petty attempt at being redeemed but instead stood tall and open-winged with eyes towards a heaven we knew we could never deserve to see. Our lungs, our hearts, and our arms intertwined at the muscle with such delicacy that I can't recall your memories from mine. The stars cowered from our radiance and for a moment, no one could change us. You looked at me and the brilliance in your eyes is burned into everything that I know. When you let go, too little time had passed and you slipped out of reach into a realm you knew I dared not enter. Relentlessly you called to me, begging with the most malicious grin I'd ever seen. Our mistakes could cause cities to fall. We kissed on mountain tops and brought trees forth with our love, but this is not the right time to say these things to you. The truth is, I'm suffocating on death itself in the disguise of angels that are calling but we ignore them for distant satisfaction. We have been highly misplaced and highly misjudged. And I learned that through it all, everything I know is wrong.
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