The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him…
If the creation is separated from the creator, the creation will die
I fake fake to have a fake life. Does that make me a real horse? Buy now for $777, wooden saddle sold separately. Real horseshoes not included. Imaginary ones – neither.
I think poetry without metaphor is like husband and wife living in separate bedrooms.
I used to be lost in us. Blurred were the lines that separated us. But now, I see our togetherness in our separateness. I see the you in me and the me in you. We are two independent beings who complement one another like photographs that are beautiful on their own but are enhanced when juxtaposed, creating an altogether new photograph.
I’ve heard you say so many a time
That I know just the right words to say, just the right lines to rhyme…
Today it’s been 7 years since we last met
I have learnt to say just the wrong words, just the lines you hate….