yearning
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I yearn to frolic within the garden's charm,
And dream of a butterfly on my arm,
To venture with me into the wild,
Its exquisite wings, a beauty so mild.
Picking petals off English daisies
Never felt this lazy
Sitting beneath autumn-colored trees
The view is shady
Watching friends frolic, dogs crashing into piled leaves
My mind is hazy
I see the most incredible woman I have ever met.
You make me smile and laugh
Every time I see you and think about you.
I used to think that happy endings and
Dreams come true only happened in fairy tales.
If my heart had a voice,
It would make a million wishes.
And, from each wish
a million stars would fall,
each one shattering the silence,
cutting through the walls.
You stand there
so beautiful
so tall and dark.
You look at me
You’ve created a spark.
You’ve lit in me
a flame
and my passion’s ablaze.
I look at you,
No words, no feelings, no emotions.
No drive to do much of anything.
My heart seems to have exited my body, the day that you left my life. I see you. But I know that we can't.
You've made that very clear.
My days are the yearning kind
Desiring for what only God can provide
Looking elsewhere for what can only be found inside
Luke 17:21 set of mind
Our people’s lips
piccolo at canting birds,
spit kisses into hands
then pitch,
awaiting swift receipt.
Lips, appended
𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓹
𝓑𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼
𝓐 𝓱𝓪𝔃𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝓐 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼, 𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓮
ℜ𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢
𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔰
𝔄 𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔟
𝔒𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔬𝔪 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔣
𝔒𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔤𝔢
ℑ𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔢'𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨
𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔉𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔶
ℭ𝔶𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫
I am told bitterness and rage and envy are no way to live.
That they’re sins.
That they will only rot my heart and soul.
I can’t be made to care, though.
you pace around my mind like you don't know where you're going,
and i don't have a roadmap.
i think i'm even more lost than you are.
There is a puddle
On the road by your house
I stop to look at the
Sky through it’s
Reflection.
I see you, there
In the clouds.
Sitting at low tide amongst the creatures of the world underneath my lungs
Staring into the unbreaking blackness of the air hung in smoke
My eyes a lighthouse that gaze into the unknown reality
If I could change times arrows course,
I’d hastily retreat it many a face
To sail beyond your hearts remorse
In search of the pain each morn embraced.
I yearned for another,
Who wasn’t you,
But she wasn’t there,
Unlike you,
At a long lost party
In old Cambridge town.
Did I fall
Just a little for you,
While longing for another,
A delirious soul I am,
Constantly yearning for the love I can never attain,
Why must my heart ache for those who it will never reach?
Last night I had a dream
That you were here with me
That body was dripping with sweat
Sweet smell of ectasy
Night prior baby
We made music
Might as well been an album
to my dearest,
i remember seeing you for the first time
i remember falling for you for the first time
it was like jumping off of a cliff
& not worrying about the fall
Sometimes I miss life
Yearn for it really
Maybe the apst
I'm not sure, it's just a flutter
I yearn
Yearn
Yearn that is the word I feel
I yearn for the things I don't have
I.
We grew up in the age of idiocy
as children down along the seaside.
Back in the day, I wanted to sail ships,
leave this beach in our wake.
I slowly closed my eyes.
Awake in the forest.
The background of blurred colors began to die.
I still saw your silhouette staring back at mines.
When I was younger.
I weeped.
An ache in your chest
Dunno where we stand
Happy memories ablaze
Standing hand in hand
Where it all began
Nobody can say
The end was unexpected
A world fell apart
Your birthday's on the clock is teasing me
Should I have let you leave?
Come back if you care
God please lead me to where I need to be
I trust that you or who will be with me
Oh how I've wished for a mother of passion, who smiles bright with great satisfaction. Who should love me for me and what I want to be. How I've seen this fantastic dream. One of life's great liberty, of freedom and of destiny.
Young lust
Simmers deeper than a gigantic tidal wave
The vivacious fusion of the two bodies
Begins to peak into the uppermost realm of infatuation
As they cover each other with outer warmth
You sit there quiet as can be
You scroll through your phone or maybe searching for a tweet
But when you look up and I look into your eyes
I see no fun
But your smile radiates more than the sun
Standing behind the curtains
Hiding from the crowd
He really wants to see her openly
But his presence is too loud
She’s been waiting for her moment
It seems it’s finally here
It had been ten monthsTen months of just seeing his handwritingSmall and squished but very exactHe always wrote in penDark, permanent embodiment of himselfIt was easy for me to create his personage in my head
I lost that timeworn, white gold wedding band, the one that represented a broken purity that we as humans have destroyed.
I lost my stern father’s posh shutter lens FujiFilm and for a while we lost track of time between then and now.
It can't be done.
You can't act in films.
You're from Missouri, where dreams grow to die, like weeds under the sun.
They shout so loud, it bounces off the stars, meaning I can't even sleep to dream at night.
So this is how we miss
Losing each other in each kiss
My dear isn’t it plain
That we were meant to act another way
I will keep you close
But I only need the words to know you
O dear rain when will you fall
And let me hear the
Echoes,
The echoes of your pitter patter,
The dancing of your clear crystal beauty;
Come back to this dry season
I want to do more than just scratch the surface. I want to learn you, the whole you. I want to adore you for all your intangibles. I want to yearn for more of you. I don’t want to know what it’s like if I would have known you.
They say holding on tightwill make it all right,but letting go is so much harder to dowith a glimmer of hope still in your heart.
I used to believe in 11:11 wishes,
Used to dream of midnight kisses,
I believed in these things and much more,
But all that was in a time long, long, before,
Before the boy ripped at my chest,
In my dark
Lonely, quiet solitary
Prison of my mark
Within my handmade bars, I am so weary
To look into your eyes is to see fire
Set ablaze by the creator Himself.
The way you gaze only takes me higher.
I wish to keep you and those eyes myself.
I look and fall into a pool of blue,
I promised to protect you-
to never let you down.
But we've been separated for so long-
I can still see your frown.
Gone I am,
and like this I shall stay.
Alas, I shall always be your "good friend",
But this confession to you I must make.
I no longer can pretend,
That you do not make my heart ache.
Diced pineapples, Its the little things that count
Too much isn’t a satisfactory amount
More than perfect
A couple miracles in sequence
A goddess to be worshiped
your every action is ingenious
Distance is what keeps us apart
The thought pushes through my head till its clear
Like a busy commuter on a New York street
And though I’m still uncertain of your heart
I pray tomorrow you’ll be near
