Monday, 5 July 2010

On Hold.

Somehow I am lost for words, for you, me and us.
Days grow shorter and my patience longer.
And I crave a dark room and a candle to waste time in.

Will you come to me now?
Is the moment right and the time now?
Will I ask these questions until age has ravaged me?

For now I sit and I breathe what I can of you.
And I burn your face into my mind.


I am not yet taken, but waiting.
And my heart is on hold
-when you are ready.

Courtesy of Being Brazen.
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7 comments:

  1. chantelle5 July 2010 at 18:42

    awww, what a lovely post! such sweet words <3

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  2. Anonymous6 July 2010 at 01:51

    beautiful post sweetie!

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  3. Unknown6 July 2010 at 07:45

    Is this your own poetry, Fe? It's positively breath-taking. So, so beautiful!

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  4. Sovina7 July 2010 at 00:29

    this is beautifully written..:)

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  5. Samira8 July 2010 at 04:17

    Oh that's not only a beautiful post but also a pretty picture

    x

    http://fashionira.blogspot.com/

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  6. Janine / Being Brazen19 July 2010 at 18:34

    you posted my poem. I feel very flattered. :) Thanks for the mention.

    :)

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  7. Fé...26 July 2010 at 00:04

    No Lola darling, unfortunately I'm not the talented poet this time. It's courtesy of an amazing girl of Being Brazen. You should check out her blog, she's just fantastic!

    The pleasure's all mine, Being Brazen sweetheart. Thanks a lot for letting me "steal" this beautiful piece...

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