I last saw you, during the season of when daffodils bloom. Everyday for decennial and so, dressing in amethyst and golden gown, holding aster flowers in my hand.
When I look up to the serenity of Selene,
I see it as its gleaming glow disseminates wonders in the night sky, My bonafide hope is that its luster shines through your heart, and fondles you with my fondest prayers.
I'm waiting for you buoyantly, with 'why?'s,
My love for you is like one as a moonflower. It glows in the gaping gloom. It radiates gloriously in the nub of nothingness.
Everyday I wait, everyday I hope,
You're like an aurora, exists day and night, yet arduous to find. Seeing you again is an auspicious grandeur from the standpoint of rarity and stakes.
I care for hope, I care for years,
I've dodged the advent of chances, relinquishing the rest of what's remaining, so I can keep you in my heart.
I keep waiting for you,
I see you from my stance, all along it's well-grounded until it gets blurry, and I see you no more.
I've been here,
sitting on the same pew, my gown is gradually fading between garnet and blue.My asters are now withering after many years of holding on.
I'm still here,
Incandescent playing of 'Nocturne' with my violin. Gawking back to the moon and to Sirius star as they seem are desolate in the ampleness of the night.
I don't ask why anymore,
As I go along with it, I feel like I'm becoming a tree in the land-like 'Tundra.' I feel like being stood by in frigid, for the presence of aurora. I never thought waiting could be tedious until I realized, nothing's eternity in Earth.
I swear you're my "puhon"
It's funny, cause I got comfortable longing for you, couldn't remember when I started to get sober.
The names I would call you in anger, in the heat of the moment, and other names, in the heat of other moments.. sit on my tongue waiting to be uttered to you, only you.
Tell me you love me. Take me and show me.
Let me fall to my knees and slowly, achingly, bring you home.
Love this website because there are (almost) no "famous" people, but famous posts.
You can have a post with four million rb and another one with three. They won't remember you but they'll sure remember that silly dream about penguins you had six years ago.
İnsan; yaşadıkça neyin gerçek,neyin yanılgı, neyin değerli,neyin değersiz olduğunu daha net görüyor. Yaşadıklarının,edindiğin deneyimlerin seni değiştirmesine izin verdiğin; empati kurabildiğin zaman daha mutlu ve huzurlu oluyorsun. Yaşama bakışımızın kalıcı mutluluktaki payı,çok istediğimiz bir şeyi elde etmenin kısa süreli hazzından çok daha büyük. Kendimi en mutsuz hissettiğim zamanlar,içinde bulunduğum koşullara tek bir yönden baktığım zamanlardı örneğin. Şimdi ise bazı şeylerin istediğim gibi gerçekleşmeyeceğini anladığımda o konudaki beklentilerimi değiştirmeyi öğrendim. Amaçların peşinde koşmak hayata renk veriyor ama bir amaca "bağımlı" olmamayı öğrendiğinizde de mutluluk sizi bir yerlerde yakalıyor.