What if … ?

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What if …?

What if the flow of unpredictable words you adore
and wait with impatience to hear,
because it comes with the language of my heart,
with the alphabet of my existence,
what if this continuous flow one day stops
and I have no more beautiful things to tell you,
no more stories of miracles to share with you?

Will you go to the first bookstore and replace my fairy tales
with a novel randomly chosen from the first bookshelf you saw?
Or will you try to find new inspiration to touch my lips with,
so I could speak to you again?

What if the brilliance, the enigma in my eyes
that you always wonder how to explain,
because it comes from a world of mystery,
from a land not mentioned in any geographic maps,
what if this secret of my look one day is gone
and I have no more potential to see you as someone special,
no more effort left to look at you with love?

Will you forget the color of my eyes and discover
new eyes to look at, in the crowd of people ahead of you?
Or will you make me see the different, non-existing side of you
and make me love you even more because of it?

What if the temptation that comes out of my body
and you put on pedestal with a triumph, ignoring our weak powers,
glorifying the first time you owned me,
what if this allurement, together with my body,
one day turns into ashes and I have no more feelings to offer,
not even a single act of care?

Will you accept the dry lust from a woman-stranger you will
accidentally meet in a bar, drunk, because you no longer have me?
Or will you read all scientific books to learn new ways to wake up
the volcano of hidden passion, buried deep inside of my body?

What if my heart that is the center of our lives,
both, mine and yours, because is connected to your heart
like a mom and a baby with an umbilical cord,
what if this heart one day choose to take a different path
and I have no more stability to comfort you with,
no more hopes and dreams to go after?

Will you stop hoping and dreaming too and take the road
to nowhere so you could forget about the memories of me?
Or will you collect in a silver jar
two drops of rain, piece of sunshine and a snowflake
and give them to an African magician to create
a new heart I can love you with again?

What if in just one day what we thought is good for us
suddenly appears not to be?
Will you surrender and accept the waste of tune with silence,
like many others did?
Or will you still stand by me and climb mountains, swim oceans,
make the impossible possible to bring it all back ?

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“What if …?” by Blaga Todorova

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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I could

I could

I could fall in love with you
at this very moment, shared with
consciousness and breathing.

My beaten senses could gladly
entrust the stories you murmur
about werewolves and princesses.

I could instantly leave behind
the pieces of life survived and take
the road to nowhere, as long as you drive.

I could, but would I? What a shame we live
in a world of possibilities and I have no time
for feelings, no bravery left either.

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"Inherent time" by L.Netz on deviantart.com

 

 © 2011  Broken Sparkles

 
 

Failure

 Failure

I failed again, like a bolt from the blue.
Foolish belief in love, in you,
desperate hope to see I’m worth,
I’m special for you, it all dwindled.

I failed in trying to give you a universe,
because the best was never good enough,
even taking all, it didn’t stop you to ask
for more, for the impossible to turn to possible.

You declared unsuccessful, my stubborn addiction
to fairy tales and stories with happy end.
I bleed, I suffer now, trying to find the exit.
It hurts to get rid off the dreams and the memories.
I deny to accept that people are not only people,
but cruel parts in gigantic machine “Ambition”.

I refuse to let go of my trust in life,
in descent life possible for anyone of us.
Tomorrow will be better and different.
I will rise up, even covered in broken ashes.
I will stand equal with the strength
of  fire, water, air and earth.

With few pieces of beauty, half of my heart
and non of my sensibility, but on my two feet,
adding another lesson to the book of life,
to not build a life I wouldn’t survive without,
to not loose faith in the day when
I will be the one to choose the winning ticket
in the lottery called “Love”.

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Image by RedSheep Photography

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© 2010  Broken Sparkles