“When they finally met,
He dived into her longing.
And she wrote on the walls he built of stone.
The poems ultimately spilt from her veins on to his gravestone and settled on his concrete heart”
Tag: personal quotes
Whirdwind Romance
“She’s insatiable after their whirlwind romance.The memory lingers on as she romances the past.How could those sweet nothings be both fleeting and lasting”
The Letters that were never sent. ( 4 )
“Am I your altered reality”
“You’re more concrete than that. You’re a razor with a sharp edge,cutting your way through the remnants of our history. Slicing memories like sharp scissors through silk”
Language
“Her love for him had been contained in stanza form for too long. Longing and passion,both encapsulated in a rhyme scheme. She was aware that in language they were immortal, but they had buried each other in their neural cavities decades ago. But it was only a matter of time, before she differentiated between the warmth from a spelling and a body. Before she wrote in chaos and not in verses. For the coma in her posts didn’t indicate a gap between two entities and a full stop didn’t indicate the ending that happened repeatedly”
Blank slate.
“She woke up one morning,with a light head. Wondering what was more difficult. Choosing content to write on a blank slate or trying hard to erase the writing and blow off the chalk powder.
But the real quest was, to rewrite or not rewrite. To overwrite or not overwrite”
The Letters that were never sent. – ( 2 )
” Did you forget what our relationship used to be like,already?”
“No, love. I clearly remember what our relationship used to be like. Leaving,Left,Gone. That’s how I remember it”
Burning house
“Time, is cruel.
It still makes me run into a burning house, to save the remnants”
The letters that were never sent.
“You will always be that one place I’d like to visit for a vacation. A place not enough to make me stay”
“But darling, you’ve always been home”
Letter Strings.
My words raise your dead love back to life.
For only letter strings can have that kind of passion reincarnated.
REAL
We’ve loved each other,
in just one language.
The one in which words,
don’t have the power to be vocal. We’ve avoided late night fights,
and long morning talks.
But we never intended to be,
what perfect looked like.
For we’ve transcended,
ocean’s, continents and perfection. We’ve only intended to be,
” REAL“
Breakcage 