I said I love you
That wasn't a lie
When you said you loved me
It was the beginning of a long goodbye
I miss your face
I miss your voice
I miss your company
I've got myself, and I'll be fine
But inside I'll always be
Missing you
You opened up the heart of me
Missing you
You'll always be a part of me
When the sun comes up in the morning
I want to hold you and to kiss you
Then I suddenly remember
That all I can do is miss you
I don't regret it
I'd never have guessed
I'll never forget it
You'll always be the best
Your smile
and Your laughter
They mean the world to me
Whatever you may be doing
I hope you sometimes think of me
Missing you
I knew you'd have to move on
Mising you
I know I have to be strong
You were my guardian angel
When I needed you so bad
And for what we had together
I'll always be so glad
Missing you
Missing you
I always want you to be happy
I want the best for you
But I hope that through the years
You'll remember
And miss me too.
I do dabble in creativity, and it sometimes takes the form of the written word. Be it prose or a short story, this is where I shall post.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Monday, February 3, 2014
Go Back to Where You Came From
Back to the beginning;
To watch existence suddenly come to be;
Back to the stars that forged my atoms;
To relive the formation and deaths of systems never to be known;
Back to the turmoil that spread my atoms throughout the cosmos;
To coalesce again into a being so simple and limited;
To watch the Universe from where I came;
To wonder at it like it's beyond reach;
To a being so infinitesimally small of limited consciousness and duration;
To find the answers about where I came from;
Back to the beginning.
To watch existence suddenly come to be;
Back to the stars that forged my atoms;
To relive the formation and deaths of systems never to be known;
Back to the turmoil that spread my atoms throughout the cosmos;
To coalesce again into a being so simple and limited;
To watch the Universe from where I came;
To wonder at it like it's beyond reach;
To a being so infinitesimally small of limited consciousness and duration;
To find the answers about where I came from;
Back to the beginning.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Love, or "What's That Supposed to Mean?"
"Love" is a word used for many things. It's been used to manipulate, express desperation, or undying romantic affection. Most of these things are not actually love, but the word easily comes to mind, as it expresses one of our most basic needs in life.
"Love" is a word tossed out too often by some, and too little by others. Rarely
do we take the time to focus on what we mean when we tell them we love them.
If I tell you I love you, I don't do so because I "expect" anything in return.
Love, when given truly, is something so amazing to feel, that it builds me up
inside, and by saying "I love you", try to convey even a little bit of that raw
emotion through words.
If I tell you I love you, I mean that who I am has changed for
the better, in a small or a large way, because of you. If I love you, My life
experience from the time I say it, onward, is fundamentally and profoundly more
awesome.
Love can be accompanied by lust or infatuation, and often gets confused. To love someone is to care, deeply, for that person rather than ourselves, but also to make ourselves better and stronger as a result of feeling it. The loss of a partner isn't the loss of love; it's the loss of romance. To say we "can't live without" someone else isn't love at all, though not to diminish how extreme that feeling can be.
If I tell you I love you, I mean that just because you exist, I'm a little more
grateful for the Universe that contains you. I mean that something about you
lives on inside me forever, and feels like it belongs. Something about you
has become a part of me, always, becoming a part of who I am at my most basic level.
And I really, really appreciate it. "I love you" is expressing gratitude for the existence of another that transcends any other words.
"Love" is a word tossed out too often by some, and too little by others. Rarely
do we take the time to focus on what we mean when we tell them we love them.
If I tell you I love you, I don't do so because I "expect" anything in return.
Love, when given truly, is something so amazing to feel, that it builds me up
inside, and by saying "I love you", try to convey even a little bit of that raw
emotion through words.
If I tell you I love you, I mean that who I am has changed for
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| Love gives us strength |
experience from the time I say it, onward, is fundamentally and profoundly more
awesome.
Love can be accompanied by lust or infatuation, and often gets confused. To love someone is to care, deeply, for that person rather than ourselves, but also to make ourselves better and stronger as a result of feeling it. The loss of a partner isn't the loss of love; it's the loss of romance. To say we "can't live without" someone else isn't love at all, though not to diminish how extreme that feeling can be.
If I tell you I love you, I mean that just because you exist, I'm a little more
grateful for the Universe that contains you. I mean that something about you
lives on inside me forever, and feels like it belongs. Something about you
has become a part of me, always, becoming a part of who I am at my most basic level.
And I really, really appreciate it. "I love you" is expressing gratitude for the existence of another that transcends any other words.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Love
The power to build me up
Or to tear me down
My life profoundly better
Because you were ever in my life
The things that make you special
Becoming part of who I am
Coloring a world of existence
Nearly bleached of all it's passion
Warmth to thaw a heart
Nearly frozen still by time
Never given from above
Coming from within
The will to tear myself down
So I can build myself anew
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