There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.
Speak to me: I will spend my lifetime trying to understand you.
He felt a little lost, after that experience. Lost as the girls on their knees. It was a never-ending story of young girls losing themselves, such that they were no longer humans with any souls or characters, but pretty girls with fat asses and nice tits.
I couldnβt have dreamed you into existence because I didnβt even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.
Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for the end of the day so I can dream with the taste of you on my tongue.
For me, you are fresh water that falls from trees when it has stopped raining. For me, you are cinnamon that lingers on the tongue and gives bitter words sweetening. For me, you are the scent of violins and vision of valleys smiling. And still, for me, your loveliness never ends. It traverses the world and finds its way back to me. Only me.
I wonder if you ever read my poems and wish they were written for you.
Here's another poem, like all others before and after, dedicated to you. There isn't anything left to be said but I will spend my life trying to put you into words. You who is every goodness, every optimism and hope. Your love is a better fate for me than anything I could wish for. If you are a part of me, then youβre the best part. And if you're separate from me, then you are my destination. But Iβve become a weary traveller, so please, let us never be apart.
A relationship is likely to last way longer, if each partner convinces or has convinced themselves that they do not deserve their partner, even if that is not true.
Every relationship that has hit a crossroads has asked, βWhat is it that you want from me?