and somehow in mid-afternoon
on a day when summer came too soon
I came to know that your love
brought everything to me
everything that makes me
who I want to be
everything that took me from your touch
is everything that you will get to know
all too well, and all too much
all too entwined within our past
is now suddenly, now at last
in its place, and fully proclaimed
as our war, fought and won
when too people came together
who were all undone
Shaking And Self-Hating by Retinal-Circus, literature
Literature
Shaking And Self-Hating
We inch toward the truth, squeezing our eyes closed.
Because just not to see... seems so delicately reasonable.
Strength is meek, it is humble and beneath,
whether to swallow or bare it's teeth...
whether to give or to keep...
Did that fair angel fall to sleep?
And did her dreaming cause any dishonesty?
What hallowed sound should wake her now...
Can we sing sweetly enough,
so that her ear may hear us?
Are we worthy to awake such grace?
Can we even confirm such a gentle pace?
Our trembling would surely ruin everything...
Yes, there is nothing as steady,
as the melody that wakes her,
that wavers about her face,
and takes
her.
and somehow in mid-afternoon
on a day when summer came too soon
I came to know that your love
brought everything to me
everything that makes me
who I want to be
everything that took me from your touch
is everything that you will get to know
all too well, and all too much
all too entwined within our past
is now suddenly, now at last
in its place, and fully proclaimed
as our war, fought and won
when too people came together
who were all undone
Shaking And Self-Hating by Retinal-Circus, literature
Literature
Shaking And Self-Hating
We inch toward the truth, squeezing our eyes closed.
Because just not to see... seems so delicately reasonable.
Strength is meek, it is humble and beneath,
whether to swallow or bare it's teeth...
whether to give or to keep...
Did that fair angel fall to sleep?
And did her dreaming cause any dishonesty?
What hallowed sound should wake her now...
Can we sing sweetly enough,
so that her ear may hear us?
Are we worthy to awake such grace?
Can we even confirm such a gentle pace?
Our trembling would surely ruin everything...
Yes, there is nothing as steady,
as the melody that wakes her,
that wavers about her face,
and takes
her.
....and you have a very classic and powerful look going for you...sometimes the eyes say everything while the rest of the photo hides the mystery that is you....great stuff!!!