One last time
Tender
Like a breeze caressing your cheek
She dances on a string
Silver thread of starlight
Diamond bright
Like dew on petals when the sun shines softly
Down, tiptoeing through the grass
Like coloured glass
Reflecting into those still eyes
Each drop of knowledge a memory
Forbidden, secret and splendid
Where no one can reach
To touch or taint
With harsh words, or snatch
From where they dwell
Safe and secure
In the arms of love
Eternal
Really tired today. Was up till 5am last night chatting with one of Lionel's friends. Weird. Some of his friends have gotten in touch recently to check if I'm okay. Sweet of them, but it's a little strange discussing Lionel. So far the general consensus is that he's a complete a****** for breaking up with me, and that I could do so much better than him, I should just forget about him and wait for Prince Charming to come sweep me off my feet... Sigh. I dunno. They could be right, but then again, maybe Lionel IS my Prince Charming, albeit a very flawed one. Then liddat how?
Well I know he's not perfect. I don't love him because he's perfect, I love him despite his imperfections and I love him deeply, passionately, wildly, intensely, completely. But it seems like love isn't enough. SIGH. I'm this close to giving up, but something inside me is telling me to hang on, give it one last chance. So I did. I am. One last shot, but if this doesn't work out, I'm gone. I've had enough. Time to move on, no looking back. I just hate the absolute, cold finality of that goodbye, if it happens. It's like losing part of my soul. How else would you describe losing your soulmate?
One last time. I'm trying hard to believe, to have faith. Generally I'm okay, but now and then doubt starts to creep in and I feel like my faith is so weak, and I'm the last thing I want to be - proud, relying on what I know, what I desire, what I think the world should be like. Humility is a precious lesson. I have the best example before me: my father. I want to be as humble as he is, but sometimes the simplest thing is the most difficult to attain. Life is so strange.
Well, it doesn't take much faith to pray. A mustard seed's worth is all that's needed. And so I go on my knees and bare my heart. Broken bones and all, here I am.
It feels good to pray.
Like a breeze caressing your cheek
She dances on a string
Silver thread of starlight
Diamond bright
Like dew on petals when the sun shines softly
Down, tiptoeing through the grass
Like coloured glass
Reflecting into those still eyes
Each drop of knowledge a memory
Forbidden, secret and splendid
Where no one can reach
To touch or taint
With harsh words, or snatch
From where they dwell
Safe and secure
In the arms of love
Eternal
Really tired today. Was up till 5am last night chatting with one of Lionel's friends. Weird. Some of his friends have gotten in touch recently to check if I'm okay. Sweet of them, but it's a little strange discussing Lionel. So far the general consensus is that he's a complete a****** for breaking up with me, and that I could do so much better than him, I should just forget about him and wait for Prince Charming to come sweep me off my feet... Sigh. I dunno. They could be right, but then again, maybe Lionel IS my Prince Charming, albeit a very flawed one. Then liddat how?
Well I know he's not perfect. I don't love him because he's perfect, I love him despite his imperfections and I love him deeply, passionately, wildly, intensely, completely. But it seems like love isn't enough. SIGH. I'm this close to giving up, but something inside me is telling me to hang on, give it one last chance. So I did. I am. One last shot, but if this doesn't work out, I'm gone. I've had enough. Time to move on, no looking back. I just hate the absolute, cold finality of that goodbye, if it happens. It's like losing part of my soul. How else would you describe losing your soulmate?
One last time. I'm trying hard to believe, to have faith. Generally I'm okay, but now and then doubt starts to creep in and I feel like my faith is so weak, and I'm the last thing I want to be - proud, relying on what I know, what I desire, what I think the world should be like. Humility is a precious lesson. I have the best example before me: my father. I want to be as humble as he is, but sometimes the simplest thing is the most difficult to attain. Life is so strange.
Well, it doesn't take much faith to pray. A mustard seed's worth is all that's needed. And so I go on my knees and bare my heart. Broken bones and all, here I am.
It feels good to pray.
posted by Blue_belle @ 12:20 AM
4 comments:
At 3:50 PM,
Anonymous said…
I guess you have given yourself a fair amount of chances. Not the first time this has happened? This guy called Lionel is insecure and have no idea what he wants. He does not deserve your time.
Your Prince Charming is definately out there, and it's not him.
G.A
At 6:16 PM,
Blue_belle said…
I don't know, honestly. I'm swinging between two extremes. Actually it IS the first time we've broken up. So it's a new experience for me. I'd like to believe P.C. is out there somewhere, but I'm loathe to rule Lionel out just yet.
At 9:59 PM,
Anonymous said…
Well, do you think you are fair to yourself? I have been down the road before,badly.
G.A
At 12:11 AM,
Blue_belle said…
Well I guess it's different for everyone. What is fair for me? I'm not sure yet. I'll just have to wait and see.
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