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"After A While" ~Veronica Shoftshall
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure you really are strong you really do have worth and you learn and you learn with every goodbye, you learn...
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After "After A While" ~Author Unknown
After 'after a while' You want to hold a hand not to chain a soul but to enjoy its company, and you want someone's lips to kiss, not because you are lonely but because you are happy, and you want to give presents and you want to make promises. After 'after a while' You begin to accept your defeats like an adult, but like a child, will want someone to listen and care, and you want someone who will build roads with you today so maybe you can pave the way for your future together. After 'after a while' You want someone's sunshine and warmth, but also accept the rain and the cold, and you want to give flowers picked from your own garden. And when your garden is picture perfect, you want it to be more than a picture even if it means having to be imperfect because you want someone in it to stay and to live. Then you'll see that there is such a thing as love... and that you were made to live in someone else's garden... and you'll know that there is more to life than yourself. And now... You realize that no matter how tightly you hold, if you're meant to let go, you can And then you will understand that love gives you reasons to understand even the most complicated situations And you will grow older believing that just because you have convictions doesn't mean you're always right You will remember lips because of the smiles that made your day, the words that touched your soul, not only because of the sweet kisses And as you graciously accept defeat and absorb the meaning of lessons learned, You feel that you are finally being the person you never thought you'd be So, armed with courage, strength and confidence, you will face the world head on... With or without an army behind you Because you know your worth and that alone is an armor With more heartbreaks you will cry But after every heartache, you will rise
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"They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion." Poetry Dylan Thomas; Music by Cliff Martinez |
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Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he's dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning. Stevie Smith
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Whisper
by Nicole Pollifrone Whisper to me… whisper your desires… your passions… your fears… whisper your dreams… softly into my ears. Tell me how to make you feel… talk to me about what’s real. Whisper to me… as I touch you deep inside… as I push my way through… to where your soul may hide. Whisper to me as we soar… of sensual ways to unlock your door. tell me that it’s meant to be… whisper where to find the key. |
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