toribell

I am done. No more essays, no more research papers, no more finals. At least no more until January.

Thanks all for your love on my new set. I am almost at 500 comments. I'm tempted to solicite people to add more just so I can pass that mark but I will be good.

There is so much I could talk about, but I don't feel like sharing for once. So, instead, I give you a poem which says everything and nothing at all.



Undone.

Your skin betrays your age
Damage by the burning sun
Time has finally caught up with you
And I've never thought that you were more beautiful.

If I could press into you
Melt until all I feel is you
I would
And I tried

Resisted closing my eyes
Fought sleep
Just to cherish every moment
I thought I wouldn't have

I try to be thankful
And take joy in pleasure
But I ruin it
With thoughts of missing

Time.
Was never on our side
So many years apart
Not enough substance to keep us together.

The life was good
But something was missing
I know this
Yet I cannot help the way I feel

There is no future
No going forward
Just our past
But I still want you.

There is no future
But there is no going back
Can't recapture the time spent in Heaven
Or the bloody Fall.

Pale imitations, just ghosts
Whispered memories
I feel them in my hands
Sheltered in my mind

There will be better
There will be more
There will be futures

But I think I will always
Still love you.
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