Just when I think I'm fine, You reach out, Pull me in , and I remember what it was like when you were mine. I want to go back, but turning around has always proven pointless, the ending is always the same. There are books I would love to re-read, but you are not one of them.
Bring to me infinity From where it dwells in lore Or return with empty, wounded hands And speak of it no more. For if we are eternity As one, when brought together Why then do our faulty lips Find pause upon "forever?"
To be in a crowd and still feel alone to be so lonely in your own presence no amount of people can change it not knowing who you are feeling comfort in scars but not even that last long so you end up running running from the loneliness your own presence brings into painful things that's why you end up breaking to be alone is the beginning of the end
If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam— And noon should burn— As it has usual done— If Birds should build as early And Bees as bustling go— One might depart at option From enterprise below! ’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with Daisies lie— That Commerce will continue— And Trades as briskly fly— It makes the parting tranquil And keeps the soul serene— That gentlemen so sprightly Conduct the pleasing scene!
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple’s a rose, And the pear is, and so’s The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose— But were always a rose.