“Run your fingers through my soul.
For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel,believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once; just once, understand…”
I’ve been watching your world from afar,
I’ve been trying to be where you are,
And I’ve been secretly falling apart,
unseen…
To me, you’re strange and you’re beautiful,
You’d be so perfect with me but you just can’t see,
You turn every head but you don’t see me.
We all crave to be understood, truly understood. Even better – entering into a relationship with mutual understanding, respect, trust, and empathy. Then, well, you’re golden :)
Yes..yes…yes! I could do without all the cursing but this is perfect and exactly how I feel…
(Unknown…but possibly Helena Kvarnstrom)
All the tears… the sleepless nights… the delays in crowded airports…the turbulent flights next to screaming babies and inconsiderate mothers…the worry…the shots of pain to my chest…the feverish prayers…the loss of focus…the confusion…the sadness…the emptiness…the doubt…the hope…the confusion…the mistakes…the waiting…the doubt…. the hope…the hope.
It’s all been worth it. I will always fight for you even when there’s seemingly nothing to fight against anymore. The passion screaming from my heart will never be silenced and I’ll continue to act in ways that seem absolutely absurd. There’s no other way for me to be when I am this crazy about you. So please get used to the last minute visits, and those I take even after you tell me I shouldn’t. Life is too short and I want to share the rest of mine with you.
And you…those who are madly in love with someone. If you feel it in your heart – go with it. Stay with it. Exhaust yourself until you have nothing left. Because no matter how much you think you have given, you can always give more. Love is infinite, giving up is easy and a life filled with regret is not living.
There are many songs that make me really sad, and cry. I am extremely emotional, and I tend to like melancholy music- so this isn’t much of a surprise. But if I had to pick the song that, has been the one that has cut me deeper than any other in the last lear…It would have to be this. I have a feeling, soon, this song will no longer have the power over my emotions as it once did. Yet, as of today, the sting is still there a little bit. I never want to feel this again, nor do I ever want to be in this position.
So be it, I’m your crowbar
If thats what I am so far
Until you get out of this mess
And I will pretend
That I dont know of your sins
Until you are ready to confess
But all the time, all the time
I’ll know, I’ll know
And you can use my skin
To bury your secrets in
And I will settle you down
And at my own suggestion,
I will ask no questions
While I do my thing in the background
But all the time, all the time
I’ll know, I’ll know
Baby-I can’t help you out, while she’s still around
So for the time being, I’m being patient
And amidst this bitterness
If you’ll consider this-even if it dont make sense
All the time-give it time
And when the crowd becomes your burden
And you’ve early closed your curtain,
I’ll wait by the backstage door
While you try to find the lines to speak your mind
And pry it open, hoping for an encore
And if it gets too late, for me to wait
For you to find you love me, and tell me so
It’s ok, dont need to say it…
“There is agony and sadness in nearly every moment, but the thinking is very pragmatic: I’ll help you out of your mess, I’ll support you, I’ll love you, I’ll swallow my pride and deal with my jealousy and stifle my desires, and….well, maybe there’s something good for me on the other side of all that.”
The word itself makes me want to violently throw up. Unless you have ever actually been the ‘other woman’ in a situation – there is little you can do to understand how hard and painful it is. What it does to your sense of self, and your view on love. You are key witness to lies, and deceit within a loving relationship. You, as the mistress, the dirty little secret – will seldom ever be viewed in any kind of positive light whatsoever. You will be judged far more harshly than the husband, the wife, the gf/bf that is doing the cheating. How can any self respecting woman be with someone who is taken after all? Home-wrecker, wh*re, manipulator, b*tch, disgusting pathetic filth, etc. It’s all been said and heard. Unless you are made of steel, it starts to take it’s toll.
Let me tell you what it is like to be in love and waiting… To feel your heart lodged in your throat every single day.
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose Worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. ” – Sonnet 116 (Shakespeare)
You know… I may not be much of a writer ;) … Words escape me easily. I don’t claim I can write poetry – nor would I ever attempt to. I can’t put together a sonnet, or present you a provocative soliloquy of my innermost thoughts. I am unable to paint a picture, or create music that inspires.
… But I think that’s OK. When love is powerful, genuine, and intense, any other vehicle of that expression besides the physical and spiritual is an added bonus. Sometimes, even unnecessary if it doesn’t come natural to the person expressing it.
The songs that two hearts in sync sing, the paintings they paint, and the poetry they write is more beautiful than any other art form. Often, all that is needed is silence, a glance, and a touch. The love screams from within – speaking a language unique to those two sharing in that moment.
The rest is just noise.
…and this coming from a rambler ;)
This song is so slow…it is good for a quiet “silent” moment…
Sometimes
A wind blows
And you and I
Float
In love
And kiss forever
In a darkness
And the mysteries of love
Come clear
And dance
In light
In you
In me
And show
You touched me, I hear the sound
of mandolins. You kissed me,
With your kiss my life begins…
Like a leaf clings to a tree,
Baby, please, cling to me.
Love me, love me. Say you do.
Let me fly away with you…
So beautifully represents the hunger for, almost obsession with that person you so completely and absolutely love… Someone that nobody else could ever compare to… It is beautiful, passionate yet there is a sad undertone, almost as if the singer is pleading with their lover to hang on… Or at least that is my interpretation…
I have no delusions of grandeur, no dreams of becoming famous or well-known. My insomnia keeps me busy--both a curse and a blessing. I express my thoughts best through written form and music. I am completely obsessed with music and welcome you to share in that obsession with me. Enjoy.
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