No matter the distance, the miles of
fights and broken screams
There’s always a moment when we figure out
what it all means.
Laying here inside your love
hearing your heart beat free,
the melody inside your soul
brings me back to “I Believe.”
Tag Archives: beauty
Autumn
The pile of red and yellow leaves cling to wet earth and mock what used to be.
Death as beauty, crackling underfoot.
The Real Beauty is Reality
Publicity perfection,
posed for the rest of the world.
Measured light, cropped and spun –
every shot is meant to stun.
Symbols of us used as props –
a promise around your neck,
our book in leather, held tight –
no other signs could burn so bright.
Christine Noels 