Love Lives in Strange Places
Whispering.
Like demons from the past.
It never changes.
It never does.
I still remember all those years of
lingering pain.
Words can be crushed by what can’t be seen.
Lies can hurt more than the truth.
And still,
That’s what I believe.
You made me the victim.
A victim of my former self.
There’s a whisper from my past,
that caress my soul.
I’m never going to trust the likes of you again.
Guilt of what I was then.
I can’t describe how,
but I do know that
love lives in strange places.
Like this.
Even though I hesitate,
it makes me pure somehow.
Still feeling the same,
Sitting here in a mermaid chair.
I’d love to love,
but I daren’t try.
Even if I wanted to,
I have no choice.
It’s bound to be different,
yet nothing seems to change.
Miserable being the operative word,
still with a bright smile.
Yvonne - 06
Regards, Yvonne
Love’s a book
It’s like a book,
isn’t it?
Love wanders off,
like words.
I open you up,
but I can’t read you.
Written in a foreign language,
you confuse me.
I brush the pages,
it’s like touching your hair.
Smooth,
but a bit worn out.
Filling my mind up,
you’re trying to put words to a smile.
It’s like braille,
only seen by the blind.
Yvonne - 07
Regards, Yvonne
Life's dangerous
Life is dangerous,
isn't it?
Well,
when I look back I can’t see anything but fear.
That’s not so hard to understand,
isn't it?
It can stab you,
hurt you,
but still we tend to go on.
And that’s not so simple,
right?
Amongst the weak,
courage live by what they cannot see.
Amongst the strong,
they live by what has happened which no one but them can see.
Life is outrageous,
isn't it?
It looks appealing to the believers,
but it seems utterly provocative to those who thought they believed.
Life is dangerous,
isn't it?
Because,
even if someone has outlived us all,
all that’s yet to come,
is the ultimate way up to heaven.
Because everyone dies,
don’t they?
no one has ever survived life,
right?
Yvonne - 04
Regards, Yvonne
Friends and Enemies
I divide the relations I make into two groups;
my friends and my enemies.
My friends whom I look upon,
and my enemies whom I simply despise.
You are one of my relations,
I’ve known you for a long time.
I will always love you,
but not always like you.
I keep my friends close,
but my enemies even closer.
You might guess now,
which one are you?
Yvonne - 04
Regards, Yvonne
To have and have not
Some have it.
Some haven't.
It's the big issue.
To have and have not.
Love.
Everyone is hoping for it,
dreaming of it,
making plans with it,
counting on it.
Love.
Everyone,
everyday,
every way.
someday,
someway,
somehow,
believe that it will come.
Love.
It's fun,
amusing,
entertaining.
Love.
Make people's heart core tremble.
It's something they will always remember.
Something they cannot later resemble.
Love.
Yvonne - 04
Regards, Yvonne
Originally posted by yvonnekarate
[b]To have and have notSome have it.
Some haven't.
It's the big issue.
To have and have not.
Love.Everyone is hoping for it,
dreaming of it,
making plans with it,
counting on it.
Love.Everyone,
everyday,
every way.
someday,
someway,
somehow,
believe that it will come.
Love.It's fun,
amusing,
entertaining.
Love.Make people's heart core tremble.
It's something they will always remember.
Something they cannot later resemble.
Love.Yvonne - 04
This is very pretty.
Regards, Yvonne [/B]
Never Let Go
Whilst being weak and weary,
it's left for one to ponder,
like visions in the dark night,
which one never can disclose.
Yet one's heart tremble
is someone's manifest.
Like the testament of ultimatums
which will never be true.
Dear not speak the truth
or it shall be buried.
Like the corpses floating down stream,
without being able to foresee what's coming.
Be proud my love.
Yet do not deny your faith.
Even if it doesn't include me.
Hold tight and never let go.
Whilst walking past shadowy lanes
and listening to that sweet murmur
I'm not sure, not really.
A strike to the core which leaves me paralysed.
For all the world to see.
In this vast landscape of dreams and hopes,
where enemies cease to kill,
death is yet redundant.
Yvonne - 08