Weathered Diaries

Would you come away with me? If I ran into the woods. Or Would you abide by the perception  that I never existed. Because, like a whiff of smoke  and the early morning dew before the first sun rays  I can altogether disappear  slowly yet surely. Would you miss me then? Shall my absence bother you? And will you walk in circles searching for my essence? If I hide behind the clouds would you fly the biggest  parachute to find me? Or if I turned into a dandelion; would you be my spring? And when my time would come like a breeze carry me in your arms. Would you? If fossilised would you unearth me; make me your muse? Would you whisper my name in a scene of total absurdity? Could you? The mirth annoyingly apparent at the nonsensical mention  of my name, would you? Because I would....... and I cant rest no longer in your confusions. You see we only have  forever to love another. And I choose to love you.  Do you? Two...

He promised himself to love again with all that was left  of his broken heart. He knew it wouldn't be easy but by now he knew that  life  was never easy anyways. The anchors of broken promises, the lost dreams weighed heavily oh his shoulders,his soul faltered. Some nights he would blame himself  for overlooking the signs. Was he too naive? or too meekly drunk in love. Oh love, thy merciless wrath  took away his loving soul. Everything that was left of him now  was broken-cold,cold-distant . Promises and dreams of bygones laying amass the boulders of broken heart. Then came she,another broken soul. Unlike him she still weaved  her dreams from the finest threads. Loving again can feel weary ;difficult but there's never an impossible love. And there's no greater love  than to love again. He became her rock, she  his dreamcatcher .He healed her and she became his lullaby. He promised...