last night I found the poem that you wrote sleeping on my pillow between a lullaby and a dream scribbled on yellowed music sheets with ink from my unopened fantasies your lyrics sang of passion a garden of eternity and jasmines rhymes of me and you watching our lonely silhouettes making love beneath the moon
loneliness floated on tranquil seas as the tides slowly returned with lyrics meant for me I told my heart to forget her he laughed at me the stars strummed guitar strings the moon hummed the love song in my heart I dared not sing
A song of unrequited love from the beautiful Taylor Swift 🎵🎶 Drew looks at me….. 🎵🎶
Time to change the subject. Let’s talk about happy things. Let me live, love, and laugh with you. That is the healing power I need.
the faith i bleed
along the path of oblivion where fallen angels dare not cross I was drenched in loneliness thirsting for her love suffocating in darkness I inhaled her words her poetry became my gospel unkissed lips my sin she is my religion a temple of metaphors the reason I breathe she is the great resuscitator restoring the faith I bleed
Basically, parts of my heart are not functioning as they should, forcing the rest of my heart to work harder.
The cardiologist confirmed my primary doctor’s findings, I probably suffered two heartaches in December.
My doctor wants me to undergo a procedure (in April) that should stimulate and revive these slacking walls. THE DOCTOR COULD NOT GUARANTEE this procedure will be successful. He also informed me that out of 1,000 hearts in the conditions that mine is currently in, 1 will not survive the surgery.
He also stated WITHOUT THE PROCEDURE parts of my heart will totally stop functioning within two to three years.
Doc wants me to rest and build up my strength for this procedure, but this time I will not go it alone. My intention is to continue blogging. I will read and approve the 700+ comments that are pending and start fresh. Sorry that my energy levels aren’t where they should be.
My final decision was to have the procedure in April.
And no matter what happens………….I will live, love, laugh. That has always been my philosophy. Why stop now?
Not sure if this is a poem or just me thinking out loud….
wrinkled silk sheets forming illusions of endless waves in a haunting sea of unrequited love and melancholy eternal evenings searching for you in every sunset longing to admire your twilight as we lay on a beach bodies submerged in wet sand my lips sinking in you oh, mi amor there are flowers unaffected by time or storm refusing to wither like this love I feel for you
To be honest, I choose this image because her lipstick is driving me absolutely insane. (Yes, a sign that I am feeling better).