nooo don’t kill me i won’t drop any useful items haha
Window gazing
Soft, sweet, partial to morning reveries,
Drift away in rain made rivulets.Window clung,
Your silvery labyrinth
Where solely the sunlit scintillates.What do you see
When you’re on your knees;
Which eye traced path does radiate?I envision you queen of birds and bees;
A reign to create or retaliate.Torn between a
Heart’s whimpering symphonies,
And that song of ire the mind does dictate.Yet soft, sweet, partial to morning reveries,
Perhaps you’ll sing love’s song
Again some day.—
11-10-2019, M.A. Tempels ©
“We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve.”
— Anonymous (via serendipitousromance)
It’s cold outside and so is my heart. There is a faint rustle like leaves as illusions fall off the trees and they float silently to lay in a dead pile at my feet. There has to be a time of death, a transition, a time to let go so new things can grow. I have to learn to let go and move on.
e.v.e. (When it’s Autumn in my heart)
