Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Kissed Your Lips

I have laughed and I have cried, 
but more importantly I have loved.
I think oh no! not another rain filled day,
and than I think of you and the sun comes out. 
That which transcends the spirit, 
embraces the heart. 

Heartache is an internal part of the stepping stone, 
imagine never experiencing and never finding love. 
It seems as if life is filled with many" Once upon a times" 
Once upon a time,
I had the sweetest of dreams,
felt the magic of love, 
experienced true joy,
held your hand,
kissed your lips.

I rather live with passion,
than exist with regrets. 

1 comment:

Margie said...

Beautiful writing,Rachel ...