If beauty is truth, there is nothing I can find half as truthful as you
If words meant emotion and eyes meant expression, there is no truer form of friendship.
We lay in bed, a few metres apart. I fit perfectly well into the cushioned corners of your bed. Curled,locked in,cozy,surreal comfort. And in the other corner you lay under layers of blankets,suffocating your emotions,hardly breathing. You were broken. And I just lay on the other side. I should have hugged you,caressed you, held you in my arms, and let you break a little less. But I chose to stay away. I chose the distance in silence,in expressible spaces. Those spaces were soon filled,not by my presence,but by words. Words can break it and make it. You're 17 and beautiful. More beautiful than you were yesterday. That night,in the darkness, I understood your depth. I understood that the kid I knew has grown up to be so introspective,understanding and intellectual in all her naivety. Somethings in life are left unsaid,I don't want this to be left half-done. So,to you,my only best friend. I love you unconditionally. There needs to be no reason behind what I feel for you. No emotion behind the attachment we have. No superiority in the bond we share. Nothing. Just love which breeds all that is great. Love that grows over the two of us not only in celebration,but also in the darkest of silence. The two of us have reasons to hate,but why are we above it? Because,our love surpasses the understanding of hate. The tumor which hate is,is killed by this passion. To all of us who never reflected upon your intelligence,I dedicate this. To unconditionally love and intertwine lives. To be there just because we are your friends. And me? Unconditional,that is all I have for you.
If words meant emotion and eyes meant expression, there is no truer form of friendship.
We lay in bed, a few metres apart. I fit perfectly well into the cushioned corners of your bed. Curled,locked in,cozy,surreal comfort. And in the other corner you lay under layers of blankets,suffocating your emotions,hardly breathing. You were broken. And I just lay on the other side. I should have hugged you,caressed you, held you in my arms, and let you break a little less. But I chose to stay away. I chose the distance in silence,in expressible spaces. Those spaces were soon filled,not by my presence,but by words. Words can break it and make it. You're 17 and beautiful. More beautiful than you were yesterday. That night,in the darkness, I understood your depth. I understood that the kid I knew has grown up to be so introspective,understanding and intellectual in all her naivety. Somethings in life are left unsaid,I don't want this to be left half-done. So,to you,my only best friend. I love you unconditionally. There needs to be no reason behind what I feel for you. No emotion behind the attachment we have. No superiority in the bond we share. Nothing. Just love which breeds all that is great. Love that grows over the two of us not only in celebration,but also in the darkest of silence. The two of us have reasons to hate,but why are we above it? Because,our love surpasses the understanding of hate. The tumor which hate is,is killed by this passion. To all of us who never reflected upon your intelligence,I dedicate this. To unconditionally love and intertwine lives. To be there just because we are your friends. And me? Unconditional,that is all I have for you.
Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteIn the second sentence, do you mean, "If words meant emotion..", or is it right as it is?
Yes, I meant emotion.:)
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Love your style!
ReplyDeleteThank you! :D
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