On a day when fate and time stood witness
two star crossed lovers breathed their last.
They say witnessing a falling star
fulfils any wish,
but these two stars fell to earth
wishing only to belong to each other.
Literature
– John Webster
Literature“She stains the time past: lights the time to come.”
Duchess of Malfi, 1.1.213-4
– Sylvia Plath
LiteratureOut of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
Lady LazarusĀ
A Lover’s Arrogance
Original PoetryI wear his name on my tongue
with pride,
and his scent on my skin
with arrogance
– Jane Austen
LiteratureI can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it…
Persuasion
– William Shakespeare
LiteratureMy tongue will tell the
anger of my heart, or
else my heart
concealing it will break.
Taming of the Shrew
– Lemony Snicket
Literature“I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make everyone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are opened and discovered, and until all the secrets have you gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled…”
The Beatrice LettersĀ
Ink-Stained Fingertips
Original PoetryI am made
of the poetry
my fingertips
bleed.
– Charles Dickens
Literatureā…suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape.ā
Great Expectations
Dear, You
Original PoetryInstead of giving me a torch and assuming I’ll find my way
out of the darkness and into the light,
he held my hand and helped me grow accustomed to my blindness
until I wasn’t afraid of the darkness anymore.
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