I wanted to grow old with youI wanted to grow old with you:More Like This
turn grey and fade away, subdued.
To walk with you through all the years
and face, as one, our darkest fears.
We'd burn too brightly for this Earth
and share in sorrow and in mirth;
to each the other's soul would bare
and twice the love, at once, declare.
For each would know the other's mind
and there a perfect solace find;
we would be two, though as one known –
discrete though merged & mingled grown.
I wanted to grow old, it's true:
turn grey and fade to dust with you.
i will never forgeti saw an older couple todayMore Like This
they sat on a bench in the pier
i think they've been sitting there at least every day
for the past thirty or forty years
he smiles to her and occasionally kisses her cheek
holds her hand and talks about the good old times,
the times of marilyn monroe and fred astaire
she looks in front of her and breathes calmly,
her eyes look empty and in her memory,
there is a hole - the dementia broke her apart
from the years all that remained was a faded memory
and the year that she lives in is already gone
he holds onto the hope and waits for a miracle,
that one day she would just wake up from her daze
and smilingly tell him "hello, i remember you"
if it only could be that easy,
bringing back everything from memories to love,
and if only he could he would do anything to save her
the date of their first kiss,
the date of their "i do"
the date of their children
the date of the first time,
she forgot who he was
when the sun hides slowly behind the horizon,
it's time to go
our names on the wall.still the same building, apartment twenty-six, glad you didn't moveMore Like This
still the same posters on the wall and those same curtains
a picture of us smiling, i never looked as good as you did in a frozen moment
you still have that glass figure of a dolphin, glad you kept it, even though you hated it
you still have these coffee mugs - brown, green and blue, the colors you loved
it's kinda funny how time flies by and this place just stayed the same
i've been here so many time that this is like another home
i remember all the things we did,
how we laughed and cried, shared the grief of the world
remember last week?
i was here and we had the time to talk again
you gave me promises, gave me rules - guidance to live by
never did i knew i'd actually need them one day
here it is, still the same place, the corner between the bathroom and the bedroom
this is what i was looking for and i ran my fingers on the wall
there are our names on the wall
you said "just let go"
but how can I?
my whole world was
you are strong.the only she can breathe is through the scars on her body - little cuts and bigger cuts, deep wounds and shallow wounds. each of them tells a story; "i wasn't pretty enough", "i wasn't smart enough", "i just wasn't enough".More Like This
she can't speak about her pain, not write it or even sing it. all she can do is to keep inside and try determinedly to get rid of it, but it consumes her, eats her alive. and just like that another razor blade running down on her skin, another slightly reddish wound, another deep exhale - and she feels nothing.
it doesn't get easier, better or worse. she is still there, sitting on the bathroom floor, looking down at her wound and thinking, how could she deserve all this? who lost a soul for her to suffer? who held their last tear for her to cry? how did this all happen? how did she end up here?
she stands up and faces the reflection of the mirror. tired, pale, overused, lost - so many adjectives looks back at her with empty eyes. and her shivering wrist b