Consider, friend, as you pass by: As you are now, so once was I. As I am now, you too shall be. Prepare, therefore, to follow me. Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by! - WB Yeats.
The stars come nightly to the sky; The tidal wave unto the sea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, Can keep my own away from me.
forty six.[i am in misery]
Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
I wish I was your favourite girl. I wish you thought I was the reason you were in the world. I wish you couldn’t figure me out, but you’d always want to know what I was about.
When no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night, you took your life as lovers often do. But I could’ve told you Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited but I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it. I’d hoped you see my face and that you’d be reminded that for me it isn’t over.
Destroy Esmerelda, and let her taste the fires of Hell. Or else let her be mine and mine alone.
Lift up your heart, all will come right. Out of the depths of sorrow and of sacrifice we’ll be born again.
At the time I denied him, I’d die for his sake. It was little I thought my denial he’d take.
Do you feel bad, like I feel bad? We’ll pour us a road, we’ll both drink & drive. Give me everything you’ve got now, I don’t feel a single thing.
“Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door. Let’s go.” I’ve watched the stars fall silent from your eyes
Skeleton you are my friend, but you are made of bone. Skeleton when we were young, it was easier.
“He had uttered a mad wish that he himself might remain young and the portrait grow old; that his own beauty might be untarnished, and the face on the canvas bear the burden of his passions and his sins; that the painted image might be seared with the lines of suffering and thought, and that he might keep all the delicate bloom and loveliness of his then just conscious boyhood. Surely his...
I lost the only thing that made sense to me. I don’t know what I have done wrong but whatever it is I am very sorry and it will never happen again. I promise.
“Have I gone mad?” “I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.”
When the moon begins her waning I sit by the water Where a man born of the sunlight Loved the Faerie's daughter. Conjure wonder out of emptiness, Till mean things put on beauty like a dress And all the world was an enchanted place.