I melt every time I hear the song of love. That bastard entity who makes me want to run screaming into the night lurks in my heart. He carries your voice to me and I am held back. Time oh what a folly you bring me in this strange moment of my life.
Do you even know where my heart rests? How could you? There are things unspoken and that is best. But oh how my heart waits to hear you sing those three little words. On a daily basis I wait. I listen and they never come. What a bastard love is. How cruel and unkind. Why would he do that to me? Just when life is almost perfect, a choice is set before me and though I'm torn in two, I must do what is right. No pain will I cause anyone accept myself. I wait for words that will never come. That bastard of love. That sweet tender joy. That the restless nights feed off of. What more can the demon want. The love. The tender mercy. The distance and life passes and time as well. I know. You know. We know and yet here are the silent words we don't dare speak.
I'll accept what I have in hopes that the bastard of love doesn't leave me in this torturous state too long. Life passes as time and when oh when it does. I am mine and yours and no one else can say but we are the ones who wonder in the darkness of the night. The fated ones. The distance untraveled and In-Ah yes I am.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
In-Ah From Night Walkers
1:23 AM
Joann H. Buchanan
2 comments:
Blaze loves this! Love can be a bastard!
"Time oh what a folly you bring me in this strange moment of my life." My favorite line. :D
Blaze
I think I hate love. I think I also love it. For the most part it sucks though, especially when you read things that aren't really there. Yes, I'm pretty sure love is a bastard. I'm glad you liked it.
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