The delicate velveteen petals of a rose
Nothing compared to the satin of your skin
The soft glow of a precious stone
So dull in comparison to the sparkle in your eyes
The beauty in a thousand of God’s angels
Not worth a glance when you smile
The finest orchestral symphony
Like a chorus of alley-cats after hearing you speak
The punishment of a thousand swords
A mere scratch compared to the pain you left in my heart
A whisper of silk
A soft light in the hall
Excited voices in hushed tones
Bright shining eyes
Willing helpers scurrying back and forth
Hearts thudding
Soft music
A murmur in the crowd
Silence as she emerges
Pulses racing
The long slow walk
His eyes glowing
His hands reach out
The vows for eternal love
The shiny rings
The passionate embrace
Congratulations
Hugs and kisses
Family and friends
The honeymoon escape…
Lightning darts and flashes like an angry snake striking the earth
Rolling, growling thunder roars like a wounded bear
Raindrops fall like the tears of a thousand gods in mourning
Wind howls in the trees like a wolf lost in the forest
The ground shakes and men tremble like mice
Streams and rivers swell like well-fed leeches
Lakes and oceans boil over with stormy water
The calm after the storm brings animals to breed
Plants soak up the water and flourish
Flowers and fruit feed many beasts
Tender green shoots appear and thrive
Still waters breed insects and fish have a feast
Floodwaters recede leaving fertile ground
Men rejoice and feast upon bountiful harvests
Bleeding hearts and broken dreams
What on earth do these things mean
Why are we stuck . . .
With all this pain
What is it that we must see
To learn we cannot stop this
All things happen . . .
For a reason
A bleeding heart will clear your head
Try real hard and do your best
Learning what you can . . .
From your mistakes
Do not dwell on how you feel
It takes time but you will heal
And when you do . . .
You’ll be wiser
The lesson here to be learned
‘Cuz I know you will be burnt
Pain teaches us . . .
What is needed
Bleeding hearts are not so bad
Even though it hurts like mad
A little pain . . .
Cannot kill you
COMMENTS
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SuicideDoll
17:00 Jan 29 2009
Beautiful work, as always - each of them : )
MidnightDreamer
14:28 Feb 02 2009
Absolutely beautiful. Who hath pained thy heart with such a vile torment upon deception? How arth thou after the storm raked havok upon thine heart? Truly a tempest upon which shelter should thou covet. Where does the world stop and grieve? Upon a stone carverd tablet shouldest thy name be proclaimed. Relentless. Never succumbing to the winds that take hold thy heart.