Unspoken words and graveyards. - 02.05.2009 20:48
What do I know now?
That death is inevitable?
I could care less.
Why think about the things you didn't do and not about the things you actually did do?
And then walking to her grave, I see why I am being treated different and why I am different. Only just for the thought that I don't think that death in itself is sad.
I dream of a place, every night again, a place where I can hide under the wings of time.
I don't need someone to show me my heart. I need someone to entrust my heart. I know where my heart lies.
But tell me, when was the last time I was ever to say those unspeakable words; I love you?
Was it when I was dumped? When Cain broke me down bit by bit? Or was it when I realized how much unanswered my love actually really was? How less they cared? How people stepped on it again and again? How they betrayed and lied?
I'm in love again. I love again, but till now I could only think or write the words. Unspeakable, unprenouncable, unspoken words.
An embrace, a smile, a kiss, it's a first step. I need somewhere to begin.
Goodbye Grandma, see you again in a next life.
Suta
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