So there it was
a short goodbye
Now I find a memory
playing through my eye
I recall the colors of the sounds
the tastes of what I saw
and the smells
of all the emotions felt
There's a sadness to my smile
a sweetness to my tears
I wish joy would stay awhile
though there's a lightness to my fears
I reach out to touch, to feel
But there's nothing there
The sounds and sights of now
disperse any memory I longed to hold
Posted by Aimée at 10:59 PM 0 comments
I could tell
by your voice
that your heart needed it
to be set free
to take some time to soar
to sing with the angels
to know His heart
as you haven't
not in so long
But when you said goodbye
for now, only for now,
just for a little while
something about it
it was different
so broken, so heavy
there was such a finality
something said....
it's finished.
no more.
Posted by Aimée at 1:49 AM 0 comments
I would be lying to myself
to say it didn't matter
My heart would be deceived
to think it didn't shatter
The tears drip down my face
and the moments drag on
Despite promises you speak
I feel that you've gone
The knot ties tight in my throat
it sticks firm with tears I can't swallow
Though I wish I could ignore it
Your absence makes my stomach feel hollow
Posted by Aimée at 1:05 PM 0 comments
Sometimes Im almost afraid
afraid it'll happen once more
That I won't escape it
It will follow me around
That curse of betrayal
The wound of being left
That you, like he,
will just leave me,
leave me alone
leave without a word
without a second thought
Sometimes I fear
you will do just the same
But then I'm reminded
of the heartache
and I realize
I don't care at all
What he once did
made him unworthy of
my while. of me.
If you did the same,
you would be as he
But this time i know
You're not the same
Neither is my heart
so gullible as before
I'm cold at the thought
but only cold to hurt
to the chance of pain
Not to the opportunity
to love, to feel
to cherish
to hold you near
Is it so wrong to say
I don't care that you go,
I only care that you stay?
Posted by Aimée at 7:29 PM 4 comments
Where are the words
when you long to speak?
Where are the stories
that you feel, ache, and wish to tell?
Where is the song
when your heart wants to sing.
again. a new song this time.
What is it when your heart
brims with longing?
Where does it come from,
why is it there now,
and where was it before?
My heart is filled just so.
Because of aches, pain
yearning,
I know I'm alive.
I remember, and breathe.
Can such ache ever be settled?
Truly? Or slightly?
Do we forget that we long?
Or forget how to yearn at all
I find the things I seek
are happiest, not when fulfilled
but when lived with love and laughter.
But longing without love or future
is bleak, hopeless and unsettled.
A yearning with no rest, and no hope
met with unhappiness is pain.
Where are the words,
when you want most, only to speak?
But there is nothing to say.
Where are the stories,
when you long to do nothing more than tell?
Tell stories you feel, but do not know.
Where is the new song,
when you crave a song unsung, a music unheard?
Posted by Aimée at 4:15 PM 0 comments
All these years, through time gone by
Beyond our troubles, you're by my side
What we thought lost, was never gone
It is not just renewed -- No, it's not the same
Our hearts and eyes have seen much change
The first time we glanced, and looked again
there was a smirk we both had to know
Never could we have known with what pains we'd grow.
Sweet and innocence turned to vile moments
a meanness unplanned, a heartaches bemoaned.
But after such time, we learned the better
and began to grow; closer, wiser through the unknown
You know my new heart and I, yours,
we've separated from our past selves...through a Great divorce.
Posted by Aimée at 9:05 PM 0 comments
It's late, once more,
as tears prick my eyes
which do I trust?
My heart, or my mind?
My heart say yes,
it loves someone so
and longs so much more
But is it my mind that fights?
Is it my thoughts that rebel?
My memories, I think,
do not serve me too well.
Do I love, or do I not?
The two war so fierce
so I cannot know myself
Wherein lies the truth?
Is love my heart's pride?
What know my thoughts!
Memories are oft changed
and bliss is oft forgot
overshadowed, confused.
ill memories seem more true
I'm terrified to find out
which part of me is wrong
What path do I take?
Is one worth more risk
than one more heartache?
Heart and mind have warred 'nough.
This locked box, what does it hide?
Posted by Aimée at 12:08 AM 0 comments
I should've known
from the start
It wasn't your fault,
but her jealous heart
All to trusting
we can be
So broken,
gullible, naive
Those trials came
that broke us
The pain came,
muddled our focus
But now that it's over
I'm only grateful
We've only grown
I never lost you after all
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