To see you go,
to see you wave.
Was really all that
I could take.
To see you smile
at me one
last time,
I could feel my
heart slowly break.
Beautiful,
is not how you look,
Not how you dress
Not how you make yourself up.
Beautiful,
is how you smile,
How you act
How you bring yourself
How you talk.
Beautiful,
is how you think,
How you care
How you give
How you love
How humble you are.
Grateful
to the Almighty,
I am, for
your presence, for
your stories, for
your music, for
always sharing.
Beautiful,
is not how you look,
Not how you dress
Not how you make yourself up.
Beautiful.
Is.
You.
10/10/2013
Happy Belated Birthday! I actually wrote this 2 days
after your birthday.
I had the urge to write this for you,
but I didn't know exactly when
your birthday was. So, I hope it's not too late and I hope
you like it! Many happy wishes and lots of love...
-FNI
A
tic
a tac
and
a toe;
Which square
which box,
an X or
an O;
A
tic
a tac
and a toe;
Do I hold on
or do I
let go?
I know it and you know it too.
Like hands holding your insides
with a tight grip.
Within each minute,
the grip tightens, you try to catch a breath
but nothing comes in.
Like air trapped, inside.
In your lungs,
In your stomach,
In your head.
But. Still. No. Air.
And just as fast
as nostalgia sets in,
it slips away.
As though it never happened,
a thousand light years ago.
It feels so distant.
You can barely feel it
in your grasp.
Nostalgia can be hard to explain,
it does not feel real.
So distant,
almost like a dream.
Vemod- a tender sadness or melancholy;
the calm feeling that something emotionally significant
is over and will never be back.
