Q Along the line suggested by doggy:

When You are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

William Butler Yeats (1893) (off copyright)
harleygirl death premature. Life neverlived. the possibilities that will never be 030221
unhinged today
i stopped beating myself up for having feelings for you

(my heart is ok just the way it is
hello sometimes you never get over things, but life goes on and you have no choice to keep trying to find some space away from sadness. If that means moving away, cutting people off, making new friends, doing new things, then so be it, do it, find a different life, make a fresh start and if that goes to shit, well, you can look back and say, i tried, what a pity it didn't work. 100909
In_Bloom People love each other and tell each other all they want to give and also what they need. Sadly, very sadly that doesn't equate to them doing those things.

How much weight does a lover's kiss carry? What's the return on a bloom and a note of a few words of love left out on a table or tucked away into a pocket to be discovered later?

What is it worth to you in actions in order to not have to look at the one you love, sadly?
unhinged i am still crying
(when will this stop?

(i don't know really)

i need you
i want you
but i can't have you

because you make me sick

to hear your_voice
rips the scab off
please stop
ripping my scabs off)
what's it to you?
who go