The Fading Lights

You know, if I read your words over and over again, they become random letters with no meaning. So when I think of you I wouldn't be haunted by what we cannot change - the possibility of us being happy together.

Another Story

- Wow. You really amaze me.

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- Because you are the only exception.

The small picture within the bigger one

The words that come out of your mouth

Are bullets to my thoughts

I don't want to judge, but my tolerance has it's limits

Why betray my trust for such foolish things in life?

You have exceeded me in all

But you say things which you don't mean

Untruthful, spiteful things

And do things for your own selfish benefit

Considering only for yourself and leaving me behind

Shocked, because I never expected any of this

In awe, because you can do it without remorse

Disappointment, because I regarded you well

Sadness, because you can still smile at me and lie.

Anger has yet to be fully provoked. For now.

I want you to know that I am not here to play the rat race

Everything you desire, you can have them

I am here to lend a hand in times of need

Regard me as a friend, not a competitor, not an obstruction.

Now is the time of our lives

You should really see the bigger picture

And forget about the small little things that can make you trip

I hope you realize this soon enough.

But in case you fall, I'd still be here to pull you back up -
My friend.

Dancing Daisies

Fields of innocence and purity

Arriving alongside spring

I take in the dainty figures

Nodding their pretty heads as I walk by

I smile inside - solemn fondness, exchanging greetings

And give thanks for these little beautiful things

Wonderful world we live in, actually.

Victory for all?

When motives turn down the wrong path

And the people's priority is put to second place

The world loses it's colorful splendor

To bring down or be brought down

Remains as the only sane and necessary choice

One side celebrates, the other weeps for the dead

Unless we continue pretending that everything is fine

The things we treasure and the ones we love

Will appear twisted and contorted

Our memory being the only thing left that is upright

Albeit recalled in the naked black and white truth.

It is - the only victory that deserves applause.

The Painter's Gift

Remember this painting of the starry night. It was your first class ticket to me. The wrong choice may have been made, but I ain't grieving over it. It was and still is my favorite painting.

[The Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh - ain't it just so lovely?]

Venir - An Invitation

Come travel the miles to see me

Come as a lover, a friend or a foe

You decide - I don't care

Because I need a shoulder to lie my heavy head on

I'm tired

And I'll only find rest when you bring it to me.