Come over and drink fermented grapes with me


Good bye

She sat there,
perplexed by what she saw.
Time had taken it’s toll on her beautiful eyes,
dark eyes.
Her hair was beaten by wind,
the winds of change.
The lines more prominent where her lips had formed smiles,
one which she was doing at that very moment.
Although she could not see it,
her heart had also looked different,
aged as she was.
This was the moment she looked in the mirror and finally recognized herself.
She smiled and walked away from her reflection.
There was no longer a stranger looking back at her,
only the woman she knew she would once be.

Knocks on the door

I await patiently,
no noise for what seems like
days, months, years.
Slowly a sound,
To and fro they go.
Will I ever get an answer?
Another noise,
the latch unlocks.
My heart,
it beams ever so bright.
The warm embrace of love,
I am happy.
We meet again my friend.

"You take somebody that cries their goddam eyes out over phony stuff in the movies, and nine times out of ten they’re mean bastards at heart."
The Salinger (via nevver)

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