"The talk before the walk" Love Caution
Make me understand how you are able to break my heart before dating you?
You took my breath away and l know ours beat in sync we are a rhythm constructed by destiny.
I do not have answers and so do you , why let linger for longer knowing you will disappoint?
Love hurts either way but it is worth it ? Are you worth it? Perhaps l am asking for the impossible like looking for a needle in a hay stack only time can tell what we are.
At the same time like prime time it's getting swarthy the picture we hesitate to paint the image disconnecting from the frame .
If we dive in then let it be damn the consequences life is too short you might win to lose but only if you fail to try .
The paradox to life is the one we all can't escape or begin to comprehend and that's the truth so at the same time we might as walk away before the scratches.
AM DEDICATED TO US AND GIVE ALL I HAVE SOMETIMES NOT MUCH WHAT LITTLE MEANS A LOT THREW THE YEARS WE SMILED AND FROWN WE EVEN BROKE DOWN FIRST IT WAS I THEN CAME YOU THREW THE PUSH AND THE SHOVE AND FIFTY FEET DESPERATION WE STILL REMAIN THREW THICK AND THIN THREW THE HIGH AND LOWS TOGETHER WE WILL RISE ABOVE LIKE TWO FLYING DOVES WHEN ONE TENDS TO FALL SHORT THE OTHER GOES LONG AND STRONG THERE IS NO RIGHT OUR WRONG WAY JUST A BIG OLD HIGH WAY WAITING FOR YOU AND I TO EXPLORE WITH THE LORDS BLESSING YOU AND I WILL RIDE THIS WAVE OF UNPLEASANT OBSTACLES NOT LOSING FOCUS YOU HAVE YOUR WAYS I HAVE MINE BUT STILL I PUSH PASS NEVER FORGETTING BUT KEEPING IN MIND THAT IS JUST THE WAY WE ARE WE ARE ONE OF A KIND TO SHOCK THE MIND LIKE A NEEDLE IN A HAY STACK HARD TO FINE SWEET LIKE WINE WE WILL BE FINE FOR AS LONG AS WE HAVE EACH OTHER WE WILL RIDE THE TIDE COME OUT DRY DUSTED OFF AND GO AT IT A HUNDRED TIMES STRONGER FOR WE ARE OVER COMERS BETTER HALF'S
Sifting for lamb in a wolves pack
Like searching for a needle in a hay stack
Predator's parameter on a scale of gourmet
Lessening time warble with each revolution
Camouflaged in whiskers, shedding off spotlight
Tossed decision in flaunting sides between jekyll or hyde
When fostering quaint concubine, a mistaken desire
A swollen brook will break across the familiar pier
If silent does not mean it isn't there
Contingently awaiting or frolicking on the devil's mare
How lullaby enunciates at the cradled moment
Decides whether put evil to snooze or become more flagrant
28/06/2016
I guess this is just how the way love goes
Like looking for a raindrop, through every prickly rose
Re-defining, how each moment worth as we blindly try
To record the stillness of the moment, as time gently flies by
Like a needle in a hay stack, we fight on, against all odds
Because it is just how love creates; the story of two peas in a pod
Love songs and love notes, are the true idioms of the heart
A stairway full of dreams with a chest-full of art
Anyone can openly tell us; how this is just the way love goes
But no one can point the way; for God is the only one that knows
Love stories in the movie can only feed our mind to brewed
Whereas the love birds inside a novel can make or break the mood
Time only really matters if you don’t recognize the life you got
When your memories start to turn into worries; tie them into a knot
Instead be the shoulder you can count on and just let your soul; free
With one hand drenched at the sea, while the other, reaching towards me
By:Wilbert Evangelista Dela Cruz
I'm a needle in a haystack
walking about among all
never standing tall.
A stick in an ever growing field of flowers.
never a stalk, never any power.
just a lone discarded weed, but i feed
on your unknowing, my unshowing.
until an unblossoming of a true form me
and a society forced to see me,
and try to be me,
the perfect rose.
For her exterior is priceless & beautiful. Truly the definition of beauty at its finest.
Precious is she. To find another of her kind, is like finding a needle in a hay stack. For
her make & model; her whole caliber, is cut from a cloth all of ts own.
The interior is nothing like the exterior.
For the inside is battered & bruised, misled, misused & abused.
Her scars running deep & wide as the Mississippi.
The inside is grotesque! From lies, wounds, hurt & pain. Too view the two separately, the
thought would never arise, that they are one.
It takes for width & depth of the Mississippi to flood the roof of her exterior.
And in doing so, she is asked, why such beauty is displaying such pain; She holds her head
up to reply,
"THESE ARE THE TEARS OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN PAIN".
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