Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger, An endless aching need. I say love, it is a flower, And you its only seed. It’s the heart afraid of breaking That never learns to dance. It’s the dream afraid of waking That never takes the chance. It’s the one who won’t be taken, Who cannot seem to give, And the soul afraid of dyin’ That never learns to live.
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| — | Bette Midler - The Rose (via heartlesshippie) |
Coworker
there is some strangeness in writing a letter you know the intended will never see, but in away its therapeutic. I have had these feelings for over a year now, and you have no idea. I will never tell because I’m a coward and I know that it could never be for so many reasons. you’re too young, you’re out of my leauge. we work together. I love you, it seems impossible. but it must be love. I think of you every moment of the day. when I see you, I sigh a happy and content sigh, because the sight of you fills my heart with joy. I am elated when I get one of your smiles..your beautiful, brilliant smiles…you know, you have 3 different kinds of smiles that warm my heart and soul, that I’ve noticed so far…the big bright one, when you just heard something funny, the shy little smile I get as a hello and the 1/2 smirky kind of smile you give me when you think someone said something silly or you’re exasperated with someone in the office. Sometimes when you are close to me, I break out in a sweat, and I wonder what you think, if you notice that I’m staring at you, mesmerized by your voice so soft, warm. do you know? there have been times that I’m looking at you across the floor and you look up, and you smile at me (the shy one) and I feel like for 20 seconds I can’t breathe. …I don’t know what to do with this, I suppose it will be with me, this longing, this desire, this wanting until it just isn’t anymore…
