Maybe love is supposed to hit you right between the eyes or maybe like a gut punch that leaves you doubled over and breathless. Who knows. No one ever wrote a real guide to love anyways. We are all wondering around aimlessly, running into walls trying to figure this mess out by ourselves. I’m sure the big man upstairs and your great great grandmother have the answers to love, but when was the last time that you were able to sit down with then and actually ask. No one has the secrets, we only have what we did wrong and we share it with others so maybe they miss that hurdle or this wall. But in the end, who is right and who is wrong. Can we say that our heart is right? All that is, is just an organ that pumps blood and keeps you alive…big whoop. Is the brain right, cause deep inside, I think we are all messed up. Maybe the right thing to do is just take a stab in the dark and hope that you don’t stab yourself.
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
The Lullaby
When we remember those sweet, soft lullabys from our childhood, the ones that sang us to sleep and into a world of endless dreams and possibilities... we always remember the cooing words of our mothers.
When we grow up we may wonder where these magical songs may have gone, but they are still here… you just have to listen more closely to hear them.
The lullaby now that hums in my ear are not words to a song, but the beating of his heart.
The beating, that at times feels like it is coming from my own chest. I lay there, listening quietly to his heart and letting it softly beat mine to sleep.
In my dreams I still hear his heartbeat. The steady sound that lets me know I’m still in this world. The beating almost becomes the pulse running through me.
As I open my eyes to a new day, his heart is still laying there next to mine. As I wake and continue throughout the day, his heart beat becomes my embrace, never leaving my mind.
The night is never far away and as the sleepiness encroaches, I wait for my lullaby.
No matter the age, and no matter how far away the memory of love may be, his lullaby is still there… softly beating me back to sleep
When we grow up we may wonder where these magical songs may have gone, but they are still here… you just have to listen more closely to hear them.
The lullaby now that hums in my ear are not words to a song, but the beating of his heart.
The beating, that at times feels like it is coming from my own chest. I lay there, listening quietly to his heart and letting it softly beat mine to sleep.
In my dreams I still hear his heartbeat. The steady sound that lets me know I’m still in this world. The beating almost becomes the pulse running through me.
As I open my eyes to a new day, his heart is still laying there next to mine. As I wake and continue throughout the day, his heart beat becomes my embrace, never leaving my mind.
The night is never far away and as the sleepiness encroaches, I wait for my lullaby.
No matter the age, and no matter how far away the memory of love may be, his lullaby is still there… softly beating me back to sleep
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Was it ever Love?
Was it ever love?
After a relationship we always look back at what has been and reminisce, wondering if things could ever be different. We wonder if it was how long that place in our hearts will be sore, if it was real, and in the hardest of times, if it was love at all. When we are in the middle of a relationship, it is like being caught in a hurricane. With the winds and thunder, it is hard to even see the outside world and therefore we relent and believe that there is nothing better and that this is how love is. When the hurricane starts to disintegrate however, our eyes fall upon a new world full of possibilities and it makes us question the feelings we used to swear by.
When I sit down at night and think of him, I am plagued by so many thoughts. I have the current frustration and anger and then there is the hint of sadness that maybe it wasn’t even love but only an affection that was blind.
After a relationship we always look back at what has been and reminisce, wondering if things could ever be different. We wonder if it was how long that place in our hearts will be sore, if it was real, and in the hardest of times, if it was love at all. When we are in the middle of a relationship, it is like being caught in a hurricane. With the winds and thunder, it is hard to even see the outside world and therefore we relent and believe that there is nothing better and that this is how love is. When the hurricane starts to disintegrate however, our eyes fall upon a new world full of possibilities and it makes us question the feelings we used to swear by.
When I sit down at night and think of him, I am plagued by so many thoughts. I have the current frustration and anger and then there is the hint of sadness that maybe it wasn’t even love but only an affection that was blind.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Past Present... tenses of love
Why is it that the past never seems to actually stay in the past? It always has a way of becoming relevant again. So why can’t we keep the past from the present, and the truth is do we ever really want to?
Great loves are incredibly hard to find. The kind of love that not only melts your heart but it touches your soul, you know, that place that you thought only God existed. When the past messes up and breaks your heart, sometimes the only thing you can do is walk away to a new future that is pain free, but when the past seems to correct itself, feelings of longing seem to creep into the present and there is no longer a past tense to your memories. Heartache can be a binding force on love, but how long can you really keep your heart at bay from the love you know is out there but are afraid of facing. So until then, I will be here, slightly bruised and broken, but resilient in love nonetheless.
Great loves are incredibly hard to find. The kind of love that not only melts your heart but it touches your soul, you know, that place that you thought only God existed. When the past messes up and breaks your heart, sometimes the only thing you can do is walk away to a new future that is pain free, but when the past seems to correct itself, feelings of longing seem to creep into the present and there is no longer a past tense to your memories. Heartache can be a binding force on love, but how long can you really keep your heart at bay from the love you know is out there but are afraid of facing. So until then, I will be here, slightly bruised and broken, but resilient in love nonetheless.
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