kiwi*

What remains,
are the coffee stains,
on the polished desk;
The ash,
from the cigarette,
that mark time;
When all the poems are written,
all tears depleted;
There are crumpled sheets,
unused yet,
for your scent,
still lingers on them;
Footprints,
that are forever leaving;
And me,
drawing circles on the floor.
-soulreserve




 

 

"The way I love you is relentless. It breaks my 
concentration when I am busy and drifts my
mind away to thoughts of you when I am in the
middle of conversations. Like a desperate 
needy child it pokes and prods tirelessly for my
attention. And in the end, it always gets it."

the biggest thing to be grateful for is God. He's the only one who can give us unconditional and eternal love; much more than we can ever understand. He is the only good in this world and is the only one who can save you from eternal pain.

I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

don't feel like you're useless because you're broken;
the best heroes are the broken ones.

So lately, been wondering
who will be there to take my place?
When I'm gone, you'll need love
to light the shadows on your face