Don't cry over me anymore
sad, we were not meant to be
It was a
Not love, but
just a phase
along the restless sea
what might have been
in time and place
love is beside me
He knows me
in and out
And I keep
in his pace
ever to a friend
we can not be
had but to sadly end
So I will
It's all about love
If there is one topic that has had the most written about, it probably is love. It is one of the strongest emotions (along with hate) that we experience. It is a universal emotion; I have never read or heard of anyone who is sane that has not felt it. It is as ingrained into our genes as is the act of breathing. I have no doubt that the newborn child feels sit towards others even though its...
It's all about love
If there is one topic that has had the most written about, it probably is love. It is one of the strongest emotions (along with hate) that we experience. It is a universal emotion; I have never read or heard of anyone who is sane that has not felt it. It is as ingrained into our genes as the act of breathing. I have no doubt that the newborn child feels sit towards others even though its mind...
IT IS GOD’S LOVE
What is it that keeps us together?
It is God’s love that binds us.
Why do we get along as we do?
It is God’s love always forgiving.
When I feel down like the weather,
It is God’s love encouraging me.
When my flesh cries out for a touch,
It is God’s love that quiets me.
When all around don’t see my pain,
It is God’s love healing my heart.
Is kindness our Chief Aim?
Kindness, merely as such, cares not whether its object becomes good or bad, provided only that it escapes suffering. . . It is for people whom we care nothing about that we demand happiness on any terms: with our friends, our lovers, our children, we are exacting and wound rather see them suffer much than be happy in contemptible and estranging modes. If God is Love, He is, by definition,...
To be so in love
To be so in love that you forget to eat,
that you can only think of your loved one’s eyes,
that cold rain feels pleasant to you,
that you don’t need sleep yet always dream,
that you write poems in spite of dyslexia
and watching the full moon makes you smile,
okay we all can do that, but
to be so in love that trees start to shiver
when you pass them by, that birds
on their way South...
Hi! I'm Deborah
i love to write. i have not published anything yet but hope to one day. i hope to see a book written by me w/my name on it. i would love to share my stories w/many people all over the world. i love people. i love to tell stories. i love to entertain and cook delicious meals and decorate, have friends over and spoil them; treating them like kings and queens. i love making a fuss over someone who...
Last night, early morning, truly,
As we slept and the earth was quiet,
I turned on my side, only slightly waking,
Facing you, smiling into the dark,
Remembering soaring passion hours earlier.
You reached out, drawing me to you sweetly,
Tenderly, murmuring, “I love you,” in my ear
And I rested my head against your chest
Listening to the beating of your heart,
That dear heart I claim as...
Love stolen night
A pub full of people and you standing there
drinking your last glass of dark coloured beer
The music not louder than hollow hard laughter
Images fading in smokey thick air
somewhere in between, we were going somewhere
or was it after
An iron bed with torn and cold sheets
you opened the window to let go the white dove
it silently flew in the dark coloured night
One winternight stand
If shelter was what you came looking for
Or the warmth of my bed
Or the arms I put around you
-And it was all that you needed, you said -
Then why was it not enough
Later, early, in the hard morning light
when the snow silenced all other life
when it was still too cold to be outside?
How come you went away then
Again, leaving me shattered,
and fighting my tears