Rafters
What was the elevation of my heart, except that it rode on the wings of your words. And yet there was no “good” in goodbye that we said good night when all I ever needed to hear you say was– “I love you.”
Charles Coakley Simpson
This entry was posted on February 17, 2013 by Charles. It was filed under Poetry and was tagged with Companionship, Fate, Loneliness, Loss, Passion, Poetry, Sadness, Unrequited love.
kinda sad….sometimes we feel so much in our hearts….then we find its only our heart that it is felt…
love this picture btw….the beauty of it yet the emptiness in it….perfect
February 24, 2013 at 4:35 am
Oh so poignant and true. Love, bittersweet till the death ^!^
March 22, 2013 at 7:47 am
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kinda sad….sometimes we feel so much in our hearts….then we find its only our heart that it is felt…
love this picture btw….the beauty of it yet the emptiness in it….perfect
February 24, 2013 at 4:35 am
Oh so poignant and true. Love, bittersweet till the death ^!^
March 22, 2013 at 7:47 am