Little moments of courage. Little tiny moments of courage and truth.
Those we live everyday. Thats what makes love.
Not great poetry, or inspiration,
not a menagerie of muses or
paintings of crushed desires folded as flowers.
love is a kiss,
a soft cloud on lips,
a fleeting feeling so real,
so temporary
that it isn't real today.
just a rich memory.
Just as much as i wish
my words,
these words, would carry what my heart does.
you in the dark.
bottles being passed.
it isn't real today.
just a rich memory.
why live a dreamed world?
after watching Atonement.
really lovely poem. it had so many quiet moments that were so strong. i've been thinking a lot about courage lately. i love the part where you say that moments of courage and truth make love. very wise.
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