Saying goodbye to the girl I knew, to the girl I was. Sailing safe in her sweet dreams I truly hope she finds the world she believed possible for me and her. Staring at a beautiful sunset, I thought kindness went beyond the horizon, and love was as true as the sun will rise. I was small, I couldn't see the whole picture, I still can't, I still never will, but I can get a better view. So, for the small girl with sweet dreams, the mountains she couldn't move, I'll climb instead. I feel parts of my life I want to erase, but know I can't; parts of my story I may never tell, but accept; things I didn't have to learn the hard way that didn't make me stronger... and the light of the sun before it turns dark. But the sun will rise, I think that's the only truth I need. The rest is unknown, like what's beyond the horizon. If I could see that girl again and let her know I wouldn't be here without her, let her know I love her and hope she feels the same... But she's here, she's
If your voice ever cracked, from speaking your love for another that was the shell of flawlessness being broken by bravery and truth, that was the beauty of imperfection, because there's nothing flawless or perfect about love. Your love was yours, that you gave to me, through teary eyes, and I won't forget. You're not mine and I'm not yours, but we have a spot we meet at where we talk, listen and talk some more And even though we're different, I've never felt like our worlds were crashing or even colliding into another, it just felt like us finding solace we may not have even known we were looking for. And you've been really warm. Nothing is final, and I'm done trying to make things stay the same. if I keep trying to capture the sunset I'll miss the night sky. If our love doesn't last forever, we still have those nights where we were the stars in the sky. I know love is never enough, because enough is never enough, but right now all I want is to remember that teary-eyed
A world of crimson exploded on the canvas of the sky, and here we are standing together in the fiery flush of this strawberry sunset, with you looking as beautiful in the light as the light looks on you. You're as radiant as the sun that radiates on you like you're the prettiest star. A woman sings poetry that feels like the morning after rain when she tells her daughter that without her the sun doesn't shine, I love you too. She's broken and bent, repairing and reborn as she reaches for the stars, as we should be. Life covered her in living, with belief under harsh skies, and doubt under clear ones, she wears it like she wears her shattered heart around her soul, so beaming with life, as if Life lives only for her. There's a neverending story that rewrites the heavens every day, that story is "I love you." I want to read her mine today and everyday, so she'll know the sun doesn't shine without her either.
Suffering in the rain, while dancing under the stars. I know light will break through; that light will cast a shadow, but shadows give shade on a hot summer day, so I'll stand in that light and let the shadows fall. Love in the light and love in the dark, knowing both will come and go. The little stars twinkling in the sky, reminding me how alone we are in this cold, vast ocean makes love harder in darkness and light, knowing forever isn't coming and now is all we have—now is everything we have, and in the presence of now, I don't feel so alone. Rain pours and stars shine, as Now wraps a scarf around my neck, and in the midst of suffering, we dance on together.
You walk with grace, because the courage in your steps is bigger than the fear of falling. When I look at you, I just think of how you're a falling star and an ascending angel, and suddenly my skies are clear. Today is beautiful, because you're in it. Once upon a time, from out of the shadows, you left the comfort of the shade to be seen in the light, putting all your imperfections on display, and now we see the light in you, that could fill the cosmos. You set the world on fire, but we're refined by those flames, because you showed us, just by being you, that we're all precious gems.
Feels Like Love, Almost by AleciaMaria, literature
Literature
Feels Like Love, Almost
Your eyes are like the rain I used to watch through my window: clear, beautiful, and magic to my heart. I know I don't know you, and I know rain's not always magic, especially that which falls from your clear, beautiful eyes, but I know the sun that's waiting above the clouds, we all do. I know you're unhappy; I can't fix that, but can I thank you for existing? Love makes me dream, dreams let me fly without wings, without leaving the ground, but dreams also let me see life, the way it should be, the way it can be, the way it is. I know I don't know you, but you make me dream, and I dream you can be happy just knowing yourself.
Your emerald ocean eyes lit the night, that I could feel the morning dew on my feet. With every sunrise, I just think you are the star that makes every day new. I want to rediscover life, counting the freckles on your cheeks. I've been swept away by the wind, and washed clean by the rain that only comes in autumn. I've been kissed by the crisp calm air, and with each crunching leaf I hear as I walk, heaven has never seemed nearer to this heart, set ablaze with love for the phenomenal, hidden in every "ordinary" day. Unchanging beauty is a lie. beauty changes with truth, with grace, with a warm smile without reason, happy in light of the dark. I saw her heavy burden, but gazed upon her weightless soul. It took looking at myself in a broken mirror to see that there's more to me, and every piece tells a story different from the last. It gave me the freedom of sight to see that I can fly, how else could I have had my head up in the clouds? It was beauty and love that
I wrote my first song with my head under my pillow. My heart felt like it was drowning in a salt-water lake of tears, while the rest of my body already sunk, but... it wasn't the lack of oxygen that was killing me slowly, it was the truth I had inhaled. I saw myself. Tonight the moon serenades me with that song as I recall the tears, the truth, and me. I see myself, has grown. I'm writing a new song, my heart walking on water--my tears made of joy, beauty, grace-- it's not finished, but I believe it'll end on a high note.
Just keep breathing, but every breath feels like death and I'm not ready to die, but that was a lie, I don't want to die 'cause I'm ready to live. I've only ever existed and although my fears' not lifted, they don't need to be for me to be free. My thoughts have just shifted, and I know I've been gifted: one life, one love, but only existed, never lived in that present. I lied when I said I'm ready, but ready or not I'm gonna live the one life I've got. I believe I'll breathe both life and love
Words reflected in the water as the ocean washed away yesterday. They said "You're not who you were." Once upon a time, I watered a seed with the tears from my own storm, after a simple truth flashed like lightning, and I wouldn't be the same... only because I knew I didn't want to. I would find more truths later, like a rediscovery of what unconditional love is, where to find it, and who to give it to, and to learn to stop chasing and running from that which doesn't want me. Once upon a time I tried to capture the sunset and keep it all to myself, but it started to wither, and I had to let it go. I cannot keep the sun; we all need to stand in its light. I still run to the light when the dark gets too blinding, but this time I want to share it, give it, and create it with the world, till darkness fall like the leaves of autumn, like it's meant to-- darkness isn't a bad thing; I've laid under enough shady trees know that, the shade kissing my face with unconditional love.