I Cant Help But Feel

The words rattle

In my mind

Like chains

But somehow

They are

Freeing.

They sing a

Silent song

To me

Like whispers in

The autumn

And they are

More beautiful

Than the words

Could ever say

The mountain mist

(And the paleness of its shroud)

Is a constant reminder

(In the darkness of my thoughts)

Of how much I really

(Unknowingly, but undoubtedly)

Missed you

You defy all meaning

All logic

All truth

You are like a blizzard

In the desert

Or an earthquake

In the sky

Impossible,

Yet happening

Right before my eyes

Thoughts on Love #16

This is neither what i expected, nor what I wanted. 

I thought love was about fighting for something, not with someone- then i realized how similar the two concepts were. I understand now that i was fighting with you in order to protect myself, when really all I needed was you. 

Im a bit too prideful to admit

That im afraid to say im wrong

But you already knew that, babe

And you have for far too long

Thoughts on Beauty #3

It is easy to see beauty in nature- after all, what is more pure than nature itself. But the struggle begins when we look at another person, but are blinded by their human nature. All we see is the flaws, when what we should seek is the soul within who is just another wanderer in this beautiful world

Does time ever wish

That it could slow down

Even for a moment

Too?

Thoughts of Love #1

I want to be the one that you think about before you fall asleep. I want to be the reason behind that smile, the one you can't wipe away. I want you to see me everywhere, and get butterflies when I'm around. I want you to miss me when I'm gone, and to hold me when I'm there. I want you to look at my face and see me.

There's so much that I want to say to you, but I'm too cowardly to. Above everything, more than I want the sun to shine, or the wind to blow, I want for you to love me.

Freedom.

I have dreamed of the word

But have always been uncertain

Of its meaning

Is it choice,

Or ability?

Or is it something in between?

I ask for freedom

But wonder

Which side of the bars

I see

When will i learn

That your love

Was never for me

To hold?

Only for me to veiw

At a distance

But never to really

Touch.