BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH ~BY EMILY DICKINSON
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
Why is love so blind, like darkness in the evening?
Love is the only journey with two endings.
Take a nap my cornea
I want a vacation of mind
Oops! I have seen a lot in my area
Love Not Beauty If You Cannot Perceive It
If It Know Not It Oath Or Wade Or Stroke:
Be Not Spellbound To Its Letters Or Dote.
Haptic On A Half Damn,
From Here To Auf Wiedersehen,
Between Ice On The Rocks In My Hard Place,
Sunset born out of winter charity.
Two hearts sweating at the thought of monotony.