~ Mirrored your soul in mine and lost myself in the endeavor that is your smile.
Flew away, propelled by the soft wind that are your words,
and fell asleep to the lullaby of you .
Never lovers, always friends, dancing around the words we never say
hoping for a glance that never comes, always being strung along..
Colliding with myself with every thought of you. Weakness in my bones,
and it is all for you… all for you. ~
Last look I worked on for my beauty blog♥.
I believe sometimes you have to follow your passion, regardless of the degree you have and where you stand in life. I believe that, if you refuse to, it will burn so deeply into your soul you will never be truly happy. ~
(The first picture of the first makeup I will put up in my just-started beauty blog/beauty channel. Because life is too short to sit around watching others do something in which you can excel)
An ocean away our hearts still beat the same While shattering glass decorates the night.
Our longing souls still hold hope to the beauty of what may come.In silent agreement we cross our hearts to find what exists down deep.
The blueish glow reflects our fidelity, our desires, and our heart’s first choice, for our love has thrived without the lightest touch.
The moon is a sweet witness of how our love evolves, And the sun helps flowers bloom with the little love we show.
Somewhere, somehow, our hearts will beat in synch.And while I loose myself in his eyes, I’ll know this is where I’m meant to be.
.Art taken from Soulful Regrets
And he forgets me.
Just as we tend to forget our happiest days when the skies are grey, he forgets me. Just as a child forgets about his old games. Just like once forgets their first smile. He forgets without wanting to, compelled into the beauty of the world that is right in front of his eyes, held tight in his hands, kneeling in from of him. He forgets me with the waves of naked bodies to come. I am left feeling oh, so cold.
He simply forgets about me.
The words that were once said, the feelings we once felt, the love we almost knew. It is all now a blur in the past. I am nothing but a drop of water in his ocean of memories. I am a face with no name, or a name with no face. But I have been forgotten. I have been replaced. I have been erased.
Now my favorite song is nothing but a memory of Him.
And my favorite poetry is forbidden for me. Everything reminds me of him. Even the air seems to whisper his name in my ear as I try to move on.
He forgets me, and I still have to move on.
Photo taken from: Cypherx