Another Wise Woman

TeasdaleI read Sara Teasdales poem earlier on today and I felt it. Poetry hardly ever does that to me, I guess this might just be the beginning of something new.

She sounds wise but looks more heartbroken in pictures. She was wise just because she had found the perfect words to describing exactly how I feel. Just because it was only 2 days ago I was telling my friend that un-lived love is better as it could never go wrong as a figure of you imagination is always saint, they are either haunting and daunting or flourishing and thriving away in head.

And here is what she said..

The Look

“Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.” 

                                         ― Sara Teasdale


About An Addled Moment

I came to Istanbul to discover not only this beautiful city and its nightlife but I’m also here to discover me.
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