For Lovers Only

For Lovers Only

Thursday 23 August 2012

Two Hearts...

My heart beat fast, my breath was shallow, my mind was full. Memories walked past me, my life like a movie, nothing slowed down.

You hear so much more when you listen, you feel so much more when you're still. 

Why do the birds walk on the path when they can fly? To find things to build their nest.
How are you a stranger to me when we both have life? My heart looks like yours, only our minds are different. 
You're beautiful without even realising it.

The sun plays hide and seek with the Earth, slipping behind a cloud casting us all in shadows. I shiver back to reality, sitting alone on a park bench, your last words a faint whisper.

Monday 20 August 2012

We Lived Here Once...

Feathers fell in the dark making no sound. You could be anyone here and the rain would never wash you away. The breeze echoed in the silent streets as she recited Bible verses on the train, holding my arm to steady herself when we were jolted.

The comfort of the streets, the pattern of life weaving through the cobbled lanes, creeping through my window and watching me rest. Breath fills my lungs and I have life. My apartment tells me a bedtime story. I fall asleep before night arrives but my eyes wake before day breaks.

My vacant heart waiting for your breath against my lips. Not everything in camouflage is unseen.

Saturday 18 August 2012

A Mistake, Almost Made...

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I lost my mind, I though I saw it the other night crossing the street in midtown, but it wasn’t my mind, it was a fallen star trying to find its way back to the sky. My heart stained my sleeve red and now everyone knows the colour of our love. 
The streets told me a story as I walked to the train, my coat trailed in the snow, my fingerprints left marks in the air as I waved goodbye. Right before I left, New York told me it loved me, I still walked away with its hand on my shoulder. My hair fell from its ribbon tickling my neck, and making me turn around. The flashes of cameras at Grand Central made me feel like a celebrity, the nice kind, then my feet were fixed in place. 
I ran past the clock, up the stairs and out onto 42nd street, I touched the air with my hands and let the sun, breaking through the clouds kiss my lips. The last autumn leaf fell from a tree and rested in the footprint I'd left walking in, a perfect memory of a mistake, almost made.