An old, silent pond pond the colours of your eyes eyes that reflect a world of endless possibilities, that I see with you
You sat near by and watched the water flow flow like your hair flowed through the wind wind, that seemed to let out timid whispers whispers of promises and vows of us us and our old, silent pond.
Amist the sprintide evening You are my everything, I said beneath a shuddered breath And you knew it was true.
You are my everything, Your words repeated back and you knew it was true but how could one know if the words were to deceive you?
Your words repeated back That your heart was mine, but how could one know if the words were to deceive you? I wished I'd known the answer sooner.
That your heart was mine, Had it always been a lie? I wished I'd known the answer sooner before the carnations started to blossom.
I wake up in the morning hoping to hear from you, but it’s only my mom’s voice telling me to halt. Always finding you at the right place but wrong time and even though I can’t stop thinking about you something doesn’t feel right. I want to call you but seeing your name causes a war of butterflies and im scared for the ride. As my sleep paralysis are keeping my up, wish I could blame it on you, but know it’s my fault as much.
Your fingers start to tingle from the cold as flakes build up between them. Your back is sopping as you drown in layers of snow, the feelings in your legs leaving with each second making the stinging pain start drifting into numbness. All feelings that you’ve had, leave your body as you gaze with unmoving, wondering eyes. The aurora upon you shines its light as you try to gather it’s thoughts, wondering if it had them once, too. Wondering what is going on through it’s might as it shines the blue and green light shines upon you, working itself though your body. As the light gets brighter, you lay there listening to the rustle of new coming snow as fresh layers of it cover you. The sky never looked as beautiful before. Thoughts struggle to form in your head, filling up with emptiness as the time passes. You can still feel some parts of your nose tingling, and a few new snowflakes falling onto your lids as if willing them to rest and go to sleep. Mouth open, gaping at the cool surrounding air. If you try to cross your eyes your nose could be seen, though it has turned from the soft pink colour it used to be into a dark, frightening purple starting to form. You can barely feel anything, but you can still remember the feeling of cold air that reminded you of a mint and how your nose stung whenever you breathed in as if ice was forming on the insides. As the pain leaves your body, the tingling is all going away. As you continue to stare into the sky, it seems as if the aurora is coming so close to you, it’s light shining brighter than you have ever seen. Another snowflake had fallen onto your lashes, you think your eyes are covered with them by now. As more weight builds up on your body, it is covering you with a blanket as your mother did when you were a child. Covering you and telling you it was okay to go to sleep, to rest your eyes and wake up later. Your eyes slowly flutter, giving into the temptations. And as the light is coming closer, your eyes can no longer see anything besides it. You let yourself feel the coldness of air for the one last time, as you slowly close your eyes, wondering if you will ever open them again. Finally, the chill has stopped.
The Weeping Willow had always cried.
It were from boys who pulled her ribboned pigtails as if they were church bells, But instead of hearing the chime, they loved watching weeping willow cry
It were from the paper cranes that got stuck and tangled in her hair after someone had said they just ‘wanted to play’
It were from blocks they always shook until her castle was no longer stood.
Weeping Willow would hide and sulk, Was bothered anyone would look. Was bother anyone would find her and make her pour her heart out, for all the eyes to look.
But Weeping Willow found her place, And by the tear filled river she left her grace. As her feet sank to the bottom, Her hair covered her tear stained face.
And as time went on, Weeping Willow’s pigtails were no longer there, but replaced with a beautiful stream of down flowing lance-shaped hair.
As I sit in a cafe all I can see is couples passing by. People holding each others hands, looking dreamily into each others eyes and one girl practically draping herself over a guy trying to lay her head on his shoulder. Valentine’s was not a bad day, yet I would never call it the best either. There’s always a side of Valentine’s Day that people don’t see, such being yer stained pillows and run down mascaras that look permanent on girl’s faces. Perhaps guys experience that too, yet it is hard to tell what is going on in people’s minds. I look around the cafe one more time and of course, nothing had changed. I notice a guy buying the Valentine’s Day special for the brunette girl beside him and that makes me look down at my own drink, which is almost half finished. I wasn’t supposed to be alone today, the two of my friends were supposed to join me yet both of them seemed to decline. I wasn’t sure what exactly they were doing now, but j was hoping they were having fun either way, I know I was. I had everything I needed here, my coffee, my laptop with a newly started book opened, and lastly, myself. Why would I not be happy? Even if I was by myself it seemed far more enjoyable than what any of the couples around me seemed to be doing. If I had to choose between listening to my audio book as I sketch my surroundings on a notebook that was meant for serious notes or having a person drape over me like a blanket, would the answer not be obvious? I loved being by myself, and I loved spending Valentine’s Day by myself. I have always spent Valentine’s Day as a personal gift for myself. Valentine’s was a day filled with love, and I always chose to spend it loving and appreciating myself, doing my favourites activities, buying my favourite food and spoiling myself in any way I can. I thought I deserved it, in fact I knew I did, why wouldn’t I? I have spent months exhausting myself with work and barely treating myself, even though I was the only person who had truly mattered to myself. Once I realized that I was the only person who would really always stay with me my whole life, I’ve learned that I should find a way to deal myself in someway too.
Some people would call me selfish because of this, or perhaps a narcissist, yet I just thought I was doing what I should, simply loving myself.
(First work on here)
