Bhryn
First Post
Approaches the thorny tree, after a look around to make sure she is alright and then pins her piece of paper up with a smile. The paper is a faded beige-cream with a slightly grainy feel to it if touched, but warm in a pleasant way. The paper is edged in electric blue and stamped in the bottom right corner with a sigil that is too intricate to reproduce. The writing is in a darker blue, almost black across the page:
Thoughtless smiles and
Touches of fingers on the paper;
Turn it over
Hunting for the words you
Said backwards and forwards
To yourself
Again and again.
Write it in a letter
Fold it over and leave it
Where they will find it.
A clever plan
With hands shaking
Ink failing
In spots of blooming colour
That fade and infest the weave
Of paper.
You heard others talk of it
And say how wonderful
How wonderful it is to be
In deep
To your neck.
Been there before and each
Time it broke you;
Each time it broke you
Harder than before.
The cracks look shallow but close
Up on inspection
They run deeper than ever
Deeper and hollow.
So you make promises
Contrive little tricks
And wait the day out
To try and hope that tomorrow
Brings no sorrow.
That it brings only smiles
Laughter and the cracks
Might fade.
Might heal.
...but write it in a letter anyway.
Write that you loved
That you expected each sunrise
To be seen in their eyes
And that you'd forget
That nothing lasts forever,
You'd forget that tomorrow
Might be that 'somday' and 'sometime'
Might be the last,
Forget it all so you won't be uncertain.
But don't forget to write too
That you can see the sunrise in their eyes too.
It's gold and red
And bright and vital;
So even if you're afraid
You'll watch it there and hope again
Dream again that tomorrow
Won't be someday and sometime,
Write down that you love
Their smile and laugh
That the way they surprise you
Is something worth keeping
And even if one must pass
That this time, let it be you, not them;
Let it be you.
So you won't be left with only
A ghost of love.
Write down the fears and hopes
And sign it.
And seal it.
And tell them yourself
In a voice quiet as you hand
The letter across with everything
Of you, inside:
"I love not often,
But forever."
B xxxx
Thoughtless smiles and
Touches of fingers on the paper;
Turn it over
Hunting for the words you
Said backwards and forwards
To yourself
Again and again.
Write it in a letter
Fold it over and leave it
Where they will find it.
A clever plan
With hands shaking
Ink failing
In spots of blooming colour
That fade and infest the weave
Of paper.
You heard others talk of it
And say how wonderful
How wonderful it is to be
In deep
To your neck.
Been there before and each
Time it broke you;
Each time it broke you
Harder than before.
The cracks look shallow but close
Up on inspection
They run deeper than ever
Deeper and hollow.
So you make promises
Contrive little tricks
And wait the day out
To try and hope that tomorrow
Brings no sorrow.
That it brings only smiles
Laughter and the cracks
Might fade.
Might heal.
...but write it in a letter anyway.
Write that you loved
That you expected each sunrise
To be seen in their eyes
And that you'd forget
That nothing lasts forever,
You'd forget that tomorrow
Might be that 'somday' and 'sometime'
Might be the last,
Forget it all so you won't be uncertain.
But don't forget to write too
That you can see the sunrise in their eyes too.
It's gold and red
And bright and vital;
So even if you're afraid
You'll watch it there and hope again
Dream again that tomorrow
Won't be someday and sometime,
Write down that you love
Their smile and laugh
That the way they surprise you
Is something worth keeping
And even if one must pass
That this time, let it be you, not them;
Let it be you.
So you won't be left with only
A ghost of love.
Write down the fears and hopes
And sign it.
And seal it.
And tell them yourself
In a voice quiet as you hand
The letter across with everything
Of you, inside:
"I love not often,
But forever."
B xxxx