If life was a song mine would be a ballad.
Romantic, but sad with no sign of getting better.
If his life was a song it would be the most beautiful song ever heard.
Perfect. The kind that makes your heart beat a bit faster.
If her life was a song it would be a duet with his.
Not be chance but by him changing his melody to keep her listening.
Twisting and entwining with her melody with gorgeous harmony.
But if he would just listen to his true song he'd see how it is in perfect harmony with mine.
Why can't he hear it?
Her song will harmonize with anyones if it gets the chance.
But not ours, ours is special.
Our duet would but Beethoven to shame.
If our love was a song it would be beautiful.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
A book
Is the world ever too much?
Do thoughts ever buzz in your head like bees?
Do people ever push you to your wit's end?
What do you do? Where do you go?
I grab a book.
I curl up in a quiet place with a cup of tea and I escape.
I escape to a different world.
Where other people have problems for them to deal with.
Where true love is more powerful than anything.
Where I can go on an adventure without leaving my bed.
Where I can experience emotional overload in the hands of a paperback.
Where small print text makes me cry like a baby.
The hero wins, love prevails.
Then two words shoot me violently back into my world.
"The End."
Do thoughts ever buzz in your head like bees?
Do people ever push you to your wit's end?
What do you do? Where do you go?
I grab a book.
I curl up in a quiet place with a cup of tea and I escape.
I escape to a different world.
Where other people have problems for them to deal with.
Where true love is more powerful than anything.
Where I can go on an adventure without leaving my bed.
Where I can experience emotional overload in the hands of a paperback.
Where small print text makes me cry like a baby.
The hero wins, love prevails.
Then two words shoot me violently back into my world.
"The End."
My Sanctuary
A sanctuary.
A quiet place.
Where wind is still, where trees grow yellow.
Where the silence speaks in ways that words can't.
Where it isn't a place as much as an escape.
An escape from the world, from yourself.
God above, I've wished to escape myself so many times.
To a sanctuary.
But sometimes there is no escape.
Sometimes, like me, you go to your sanctuary
to find that its peace has long since left.
Where do you go? What do you do?
I found a sanctuary.
It follows me wherever I go .
A safe haven, a quiet place.
Where silence speaks in ways that words can't.
In silence I here Him, my sanctuary.
Where wind is still, where trees gorw yellow.
An escape, a quiet place.
My Sanctuary.
A quiet place.
Where wind is still, where trees grow yellow.
Where the silence speaks in ways that words can't.
Where it isn't a place as much as an escape.
An escape from the world, from yourself.
God above, I've wished to escape myself so many times.
To a sanctuary.
But sometimes there is no escape.
Sometimes, like me, you go to your sanctuary
to find that its peace has long since left.
Where do you go? What do you do?
I found a sanctuary.
It follows me wherever I go .
A safe haven, a quiet place.
Where silence speaks in ways that words can't.
In silence I here Him, my sanctuary.
Where wind is still, where trees gorw yellow.
An escape, a quiet place.
My Sanctuary.
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