Words, Darkness & Romance

By SHIREEN NAYLOR

This book explores the depths of woe, dwells upon the foundations of hope, and challenges love. Filled with short scripts, poems, and other writings, it encapsulates the emotions felt during our loneliest moments, as well as the thoughts we had during times of great love that bind us to our will.
Begin a journey through the mind of a desperate soul simply by turning the first page.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Sep 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466943766

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© Copyright 2012 Shireen Naylor.

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Contents

Sorrowful Silence

Simple words I speak

The one

Lost in thought

Remarkable creatures of the day

Dark romance

Shackles of your mind

The daemon child

Icy pleasures

Fallen

Parchment

Fiery taste of you

Script #1

To the rain

Dreaming of you

When loves giving hand lay itself upon me

Script #2

Garden grey

Can I compare thee

Script #3

Hate that I love you #3

Break you

Push

Blood

The illusion

Script #4

Smile

Run with you

Script #5

How to forget you

Come back feet

Slice

Journey through your vessels

Broken toy

Apathy

Past the point of no return

One day I’ll smile again

Fear

Sorrowful Silence

What else to say but I love you? Nothing, though it cannot be said. Words so simple and small and sweet, yet they come with such offence.

It’s so clear to me that I should be with you. Still I never will let that be. You belong to another, you love him so, and you never will fall for me.

Heaven have I been smite? To feel such pain in my heart. Why do I love a person, who has overlooked me from the start?

I stare into your face and wonder, why you will not return my love. Why it is you will not attempt, to appraise what I’ve been dreaming of.

Still I stay here in this silence, watching from afar. Keeping myself from drowning, in your unrequited heart.

Your soul belongs without me, though mine can’t say the same. I’ll take these breaths without you, as you take my brother’s name.

Simple words I speak

Such simple words I do speak, for words are but all that I have. I may not offer riches and shelter and trips to the everywhere, but love I can bequeath. And love I shall bestow upon you, and love I shall grant to your soul.

Take what you might, for it’s yours to procure and yet, I can only promise so much to you. Though I would rather I could give to you the world, I can only ensure so much. Still, I pray that my love will be ample. I ask nothing more than that. And nothing but love in return.

Words mean little and yet so much. Such to say and yet no words come. And yet they come without charge. What of that? Such words, ‘I love you’, mean nothing, and yet they mean everything. So used, so wasted, so said without thought, so often, but we take them still. And we cherish them so. And we yearn for them oh, so much.

Shall I say it? I love you. Would you have me say it again? I will. I love you, and always shall.

Oh, listen to these simple words, for I may not speak them again. Once more my tongue may fail me, but never again will my heart. Never again, my cherub, will these simple words I speak come without tenderness and love. And yet, I need not tell you so.

The one

I could be the one they come to see, if only I existed. The one they turn to in the cold, cold rain. But I’m not there. And I’m not real. And I am veiled by the rain from which they flee. And though my eyes can see, and my lips can taste, and my ears can listen, I do not exist. And I’m not here. And I’m not true. And I am frozen in the winds of their minds.

I could be the one they love, if only I was something to love. But my skin does not glisten in the rain. And they can’t find me. And they walk by me. And they remain unaware that they behold me each time their eyes are closed. But though my hands do touch, and my lungs do fill, and my heart still beats through the emptiness, they cannot find me. Like I do not exist in the mind.

I could be the one they pray to, if only they could feel my presence. The one they sing to and praise and revere. But I am simply make-believe. My body and mind are not there. Though I feel and I see and I sense and I think and I touch and