Monthly Archives: August 2012

Simple Things

And I don’t ask,
I don’t check,
I don’t want to know
where you’d been.
I don’t care
what you wear
and what you do
because I simply love you.
And I don’t want to lose you,
I’ll never let you go.

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~Something like love~

A poem from August 2009.

Your beautiful eyes told a thousand lies
of talks ’till the morning and castles of ice.
Told stories of lifes you spent by my side.
Couldn’t imagine how it hurts when love dies.
So much for your words. They afterwards hurt.
I must confess that love’s free as a bird.

Hope you like it!

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The song my blog’s name is based on ♥

The lyrics

It’s amazing how much time love saves you at first
When you rediscover your reason to work
And your aimless dreaming has found a target
And normalize and greet all function return
Came home early, a quarter-to-two
I don’t need more wine, I’m coming for you

We carry pictures in our pretend wallets
Of ourselves in heavily-edited seventies
with better handwriting and longer days in the park
And dinners with no drama the professor and Mary Ann
Came home early, a quarter-to-two
I don’t need more wine, I’m coming for you

When I was young, I didn’t know if I was better off asleep or up
Now I’ve grown up, I wonder what was that world I was dreaming of?
When I was young, I didn’t know if I was better off asleep or up
Now I’ve grown up, I wonder what was that world I was dreaming of?
What was that world I was dreaming of?
What was that world I was dreaming of?

Late summer return, airless apartment
I lean out the window, deals on irregular shirts
Same fright/delight as last year, more so

When I was young, I didn’t know if I was better off asleep or up
Now I’ve grown up, I wonder what was that world I was dreaming of?
What was that world I was dreaming of?
What was that world I was dreaming of?

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Need a pause button for life

Sometimes I just wish that time would stop and never go on. I somehow hate beautiful moments ’cause I can’t stand they’re transitory. Can’t stop asking myself just when it will all be over again. That makes it impossible for me to enjoy a wonderful moment. So why can’t time hold on in such a moment. I don’t care that my life would never go on. I’d be happy in a moment that’ll never pass – a moment of heart-rending beauty.

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