this isn't the best video of this beautiful song, but her voice is so lovely it doesn't matter.
And when we're older and full of cancer
It doesn't matter now, come on get happy
'Cause nothing lasts forever
But I will always love you
Neko Case- Don't Forget Me
Showing posts with label I know a thing or two about a broken heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I know a thing or two about a broken heart. Show all posts
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
When We Two Parted.
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow -
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell in mine ear;
A shudder come o'er me -
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well: -
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met -
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee? -
With silence and tears.
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow -
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell in mine ear;
A shudder come o'er me -
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well: -
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met -
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee? -
With silence and tears.
Ah Lord Byron...just can't get enough of you.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
The fear.
i hate knowing what it feels like to have your heart savagely ripped out of your chest and stabbed repeatedly, destroyed beyond recognition, mutilated...i miss my innocence and wish that i had enjoyed it more.
i'm afraid of the night...i'm afraid of 9pm and 10pm and 11pm...and especially 2am...because that's when all the demons start coming out and i'm no match for them.
i'm afraid of the night...i'm afraid of 9pm and 10pm and 11pm...and especially 2am...because that's when all the demons start coming out and i'm no match for them.
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