A poetic journey through my mind

Love Notes

I thought “I love you” meant forever…not until.

She could never forgive him for what he didn’t say.

A Door…A Wall…or A Window.  In the end, which will you have been?

Masks like Bartholomews Hats…but in the end, was there anything there at all?

Love is a meal best eaten with chopsticks, not spoons.

New love is bells and whistles…settled love is silence over tea.  

Beware how far you rise in that first dance…the farther you go, the farther it is to fall.

When you throw your heart to a strange dog, don’t be surprised if it comes back mangled

And last but far from least, beware of flying babies with bows and arrows.  If you -must- get shot, try to take it in the head.

2 responses

  1. I especially liked: ‘New love is bells and whistles… settled love is silence over tea.’ Jane Austenish observation, very astute. Can I also add:

    I thought this would be a mutual journey of discovery.
    Instead the travel has been all mine.

    September 14, 2012 at 4:29 am

    • KC

      🙂 Love it.

      September 14, 2012 at 1:39 pm

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