diviedehope

I  walked my own road, And for a while you were beside me, But still the roads fork, And you've walked somewhere I can't see, I trust in your judgement, And I hope we'll meet again in time, I'll walk and will not wait, Because this kind of pain is divine, A memory in gloss, Of the day we met, I'll go on till we return, And ask you; are you proud of me yet? When we met I'd fallen low, And you were the angel above, You held out a hand, And showed me the silver lining of love, It's bitter sometimes and twisted, Because now you're going and I'm lost, I'm glad of your touch and the things we built, But why is this the cost? A hook in the corners o

The sun goes down and the clouds cry at your lose, somewhere under the sorrow filled skies a family thinks of the daughter they love. The same daughter that rests, bloodied and broken, in my arms, thunder struck overhead and the darkness screams at me, accused me. Watch and wait, silent and still, a deer in the headlights. A beautiful tawny red haired deer in the gun scope. Bloodied and broken, you've lost out once more, I left you to go on, they found you to break my promise. 'we're all safe now, its over'

Sometimes silence isn't so simple, they things you should of said, the things I never asked, I wanted us to mean the world, and the world is not silence. The world is screaming at each other at three am because someone forgot to let the cat out. The world is wild and wicked, it will not let us win every time. The world is cold and cruel, the pelting of hail on a tin roof. The world will hold us in a cradle then turn us out to the wild, it is our keeper not our carer. We are free to explore, to take tiny steps or gigantic leaps. We are not free, however, to leave it. We are stuck, trapped and caged. By bars of our own making, we are not caged