January 2010
4 posts
a piece of what I call potential poetry.
my heart is a housefilled with hundreds of rooms awaiting your company creatively covering those walls with parts of you my heart is an empire haunted with ghosts of former friends alive as well with present friends decorating this empty space with beauty in the distance your silhouette remains what was once, what will never be again we never began.
“Hast thou named all the birds without a gun;
Loved the wood-rose, and left it...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
this foundation is made of quicksand.
Friendship.
much more important than one is lead to believe.
it gets to the point where I’m just like “why arent we friends again?”
I don’t love you any less. I’m appalled that you would hang me up to dry.
with no heads up, or hidden agenda.
I meant what I said.
everything is going to be okay.
“I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But...”
– http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119217/quotes