On a shelf she sits,
Placed by Him
Right between the copper girl
With the chipped heart
And the older woman on the pedestal
On a shelf she sits,
Waiting impatiently
For Him to love her.
She's not like the others.
She thinks
He won't leave me here ... unwanted.
Not like He left them.
So she waits for Him
To take her down
And rescue her.
On a shelf she sits,
Alone with the other
Forgotten trophies.
Now...
she hopes to fall
And break
Into tiny pieces of escape.
Then she'll know for sure
She's free from the shelf
Free
From Him.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Promises Broken ~
A promise of Yes
that does turns to No,
is a sad and painful review.
And It runs through your mind
again and again
thoughts bad and unkind
self doubt displaces the truth.
You tend to accept,
your inner most faults
instead of just looking toward pain.
You beat yourself down
your head to the ground
the feeling just
drives you insane.
So if you give your word,
a promise to one,
prepare to make it come true .
For if you turn sour,
and change your mind in an hour
then you're painting
the others world blue.
that does turns to No,
is a sad and painful review.
And It runs through your mind
again and again
thoughts bad and unkind
self doubt displaces the truth.
You tend to accept,
your inner most faults
instead of just looking toward pain.
You beat yourself down
your head to the ground
the feeling just
drives you insane.
So if you give your word,
a promise to one,
prepare to make it come true .
For if you turn sour,
and change your mind in an hour
then you're painting
the others world blue.
Monday, December 21, 2009
A Valediction ..
If we must part,
Then let it be like this,
Not heart on heart,
Nor with the useless anguish of a kiss,
But touch mine hand and say,
'Until tomorrow or some other day,
If we must part.'
Words are so weak
When love hath been so strong..
Let silence speak..
'Life is a little while, and love is long,
A time to sow and reap,
After harvest a long time to sleep,
But words are weak."
-Ernest Dowson~
Then let it be like this,
Not heart on heart,
Nor with the useless anguish of a kiss,
But touch mine hand and say,
'Until tomorrow or some other day,
If we must part.'
Words are so weak
When love hath been so strong..
Let silence speak..
'Life is a little while, and love is long,
A time to sow and reap,
After harvest a long time to sleep,
But words are weak."
-Ernest Dowson~
Thursday, December 17, 2009
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