the incenseof desire
slowly takes the eastbound winds
to nothing but a scent of loneliness
I breath it in
like fumes of live-enhancing drugs
reminded of that soon forgotten dance
I breath it out
with soft and all-fulfilling grief
knowig, that the fragrant picture
soon will fade
your hands in mine
your lips, your hair
your eyes so blue, like lakes of tears
shed for never dying hope
will soon be gone
another memory, stored along the others
another pair of eyes
they took away my fear
they made me feel so very true
and equally as valid
your words still echo deep inside
and make me fee alive
but slowly dying, wearing out
like venom being healed
those mere few hours our paths entwined
for one short night in all of time
made me feel alive again
and knowing, I must die
But is that not the poem of mortality
the all there is must die?
Fade and and be remembered
die and be reborn
(( Continuation of my Disney Prince Series, but this time with the “ladies” XD. As for names:
Row I: Charm, Joan, Philippa.
Row II: Aliah, Adalyn, Erica.
Row III: Harmonia, Phoibe, Navya.))
A friend posted this on her facebook page.
Bonus point: most of the differences in the ways women communicate have to do with the ridiculous way men respond to women talking.