Aunt Cheri
My broken Heart
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Does “Happily Ever After” happen for everyone or just for some?
Is that one fleeting moment where you feel utter and total happiness your only chance? Do you need to hold on to that moment, recalling in vivid detail each and every moment, each touch, each taste, each caress- or do you get a second chance at that happiness?
These questions plague me . . . These and more.
Alone . . . In the dark . . . I remember each second, both the happiness and the total devastation at the loss of you.
You said to me, “I know what hell is like, I’ve been there, but I also know what heaven is.”
“Heaven?” I ask.
“When I was with you . . . It was heaven.”
My heart screams, “I knew heaven with you too!” But I don’t say anything. I can’t.
In this life I am lost in the darkness that is my heart. Stuck between what was, what could have been, and what should have been. I live in a pain that consumes, keeps me from embracing the light, the potential of a life without you in it.
How many lives have we been through together? How many times has my soul recognized yours, and yours mine? Do we keep coming together because we know a love deeper than most can even imagine, or do we simply not know any better than to keep allowing this heart break?
Lovers come and go . . . Their footsteps washed away by the tide. But deeper is a lasting impression, the scars deep and the chasms wide, where true love exists, bridged by time and space and the endurance of a knowing like none other . . . That is where I find the comfort in knowing that in my heart we are, and will always be together.
If not in this life, my love, will I find you in the next?
Will “Heaven” be filled with the comfort of your arms holding me, where now, only in my dreams do they hold me?
If so, “Heaven” I am ready, because I also know what “Hell” is.
My broken Heart
I have had this particular photo on Flickr before, and it has been very popular. The writing is my own personal writing, If you want it for your own (personal use) then please contact me and ask . . . I don't have a problem allowing you to use it for your personal use . . . but please don't plagiarize me without my permission.
for great scrapbook supplies, visit me at www.acbaileydesigns.net/?Click=225
Does “Happily Ever After” happen for everyone or just for some?
Is that one fleeting moment where you feel utter and total happiness your only chance? Do you need to hold on to that moment, recalling in vivid detail each and every moment, each touch, each taste, each caress- or do you get a second chance at that happiness?
These questions plague me . . . These and more.
Alone . . . In the dark . . . I remember each second, both the happiness and the total devastation at the loss of you.
You said to me, “I know what hell is like, I’ve been there, but I also know what heaven is.”
“Heaven?” I ask.
“When I was with you . . . It was heaven.”
My heart screams, “I knew heaven with you too!” But I don’t say anything. I can’t.
In this life I am lost in the darkness that is my heart. Stuck between what was, what could have been, and what should have been. I live in a pain that consumes, keeps me from embracing the light, the potential of a life without you in it.
How many lives have we been through together? How many times has my soul recognized yours, and yours mine? Do we keep coming together because we know a love deeper than most can even imagine, or do we simply not know any better than to keep allowing this heart break?
Lovers come and go . . . Their footsteps washed away by the tide. But deeper is a lasting impression, the scars deep and the chasms wide, where true love exists, bridged by time and space and the endurance of a knowing like none other . . . That is where I find the comfort in knowing that in my heart we are, and will always be together.
If not in this life, my love, will I find you in the next?
Will “Heaven” be filled with the comfort of your arms holding me, where now, only in my dreams do they hold me?
If so, “Heaven” I am ready, because I also know what “Hell” is.