lworth's profile

Once, I was young and beautiful, the world turned to watch me pass and men fought for me. Now, I am old, the ships once launched are forgotten on the rocky beaches. I do not mind being old. Now that I have shed the aspect which shed so much blood,I can be quiet, I can be what I most wanted to be. I can be ordinary. I no longer need airs. I wanted a simple life, among olive trees with you. No kings for me, I only loved you, but I was "destined". I turned heads, but always watched yours as it t...

Once, I was young and beautiful, the world turned to watch me pass and men fought for me. Now, I am old, the ships once launched are forgotten on the rocky beaches. I do not mind being old. Now that I have shed hte aspect which shed so much blood,I can be quiet, I can be what I most wanted to be. I can be ordinary. I no longer need airs. I wanted a simple life, among olive trees with you. No kings for me, I only loved you, but I was "destined". I turned heads, but always watched yours as it t...

The pump froze again today, the sudden cold snap halted water and I hung on the useless arm and cried. A hundred times you showed me how to get water, but you knew even then that I was never much good at mechanical things. I know that the pump will sit, alone in the corner of the yard, lonely, until spring comes to thaw the water into life again. I know there will be a hundred little reasons I will long to have you back with me.

Elegance, your form there in the dark, stretched out pale in the moonlight. Moving, your eyes under lids closed to the world. Dreaming, always dreaming. Mornings, you are theirs, army green official seperation. Mornings, I am theirs, my own army of two calling me to duty. But at night, staring at you, light filtering through doorways, you are mine, and I am complete at last.