The cold is clearing, The end, nearing, Winter is no match for Spring. Advertisements
Bitter cups of tea– Spiced chai for energy, Peppermint and ginger to sooth A turning stomach. Bubbles In bottles of champagne Celebratory and sweet: The taste of endings
We are obsessed with beauty And disaster.
We grow apart Only to come together, Another day, Smarter.
Sorry… An empty word A sorry thing A placeholder for an action plan. Meaningless when Given out like Halloween candy.
There are so many things I wish to say to you– Though somehow, today My silence says them all.
“Let go,” I tell myself Of what was And what wasn’t And what will not be.
Silence Cuts deeper Than any word Spoken by man.
The beds we make When our hearts are guarded, And our eyes are closed, Are cold.
Okay, so you get married and everything is great, life sorta flat lines. It’s the confusion that’s powerful. The singleness. It’s the difficulties that make the most fertile soil.