She grabbed the moon, while the stars fell. The man on the moon, pulled her up. They sat together all night fishing for fallen stars. Not a word was said, but much love was felt. Advertisements
I’d rather be… listening to your voice, than drying my tears. I’d rather be… hearing your life stories from you, than others sharing for you. I’d rather be… holding your hand than carrying your casket. You’d rather be… flying planes in the valley than watching us weep.
Hey Everyone, I was recently (as in a few weeks ago) invited to create content for Ascerblog. I so graciously accepted the opportunity to write for another blog to get more content out there and grow my followers. As of now I’m just writing whatever comes to mind, in light of unforseen life events I’ve …
Their she stood forsaken. No words left to grasp. As she said farewell, to the unexpected. Time moves forward, as the wound heals. Bare with me folks, as I begin my road to recovery.
The day earth fell, it was gloomy. Those dreadful words I detested came true. News slipped between the mountain ridges. I wept like a willow tree, leaving water everywhere. Time to piece together, the man you were. In the days coming, I’m sure I’ll write more but for now this poem will suffice. Friday night, …
Time withered away our hurtful memories. Leaving behind your joyous smile. Here I sit without you as I await the night. Like sand in the wind, my dreams vanish. Leaving me empty handed. The day will return when you’re beside me once more in paradise.
Here I skip stones, across the still water. My feet anchored within the sand, as time flew. Each sunset spent without you, my heart ached. I yearn for your return with red roses and violets.