Title: Paper hearts for wearing
Author: Athena
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Double POV. Romance, Poetry-ish.
Pairings: SJ. DUH!
Spoilers: none, Although general S/J knowledge would be a shoe-in.
Season: Seven/Eight. Whatever.
Rating: PG
Summary: Waiting for the answer to a ship-long question.
Author's notes: Been wanting to try this out ever since I read one of Seldear's fics.
I copied.......ummm. (Don't know which fic.) Sorry and thanks.
Archive: Everywhere ANYWHERE. Yada
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
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Paper hearts for wearing
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( and) indicate who's uh.......turned it is....incase you didn't already know...hehe
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(J) I'm getting older and
I'm no stranger to it.
The fine lines maybe covered,
But the scars show and I'm
Beginning to lose the edge
Of will and control over choice.
I can't distinguish and my hands
Are barely holding up my head...
(S) I'm not young anymore.
I know that, not a girl twice.
Too many fallen to just cover it up
and trap into simplicity and hope.
I'm wearing now, and the seams...
They tear easier tan ever...
I can't distinguish and my hands
are barely holding up my head...
-----------------------------------------------------
Paper hearts are made for wearing,
On sleeves of soldiers old,
Shredded without thought or caring,
Mixed inside a loveless gold.
-----------------------------------------------------
(J) I refuse to do this anymore.
I can't stand there anymore
Watching.
Waiting,
For fate to chew us up and
Spit us the hell back out.
So,
I'm trying. And I'm preparing
for what might be the end.
But that's all I can do.
Watch, and wait...
( S) I don't think I can do this anymore.
we can't go thought it all again.
Denying
Regretting.
Those choices and chances are long
Gone, scattered between our
friends, lovers, family...
I'm trying. And I'm preparing
to make that choice.
Because I have no other card to
play. Not now. Not ever.
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Floating like a grain of sand,
Pinned upon a worthy hand,
A single paper heart doth lie,
Waiting for a cloudless sky,
-------------------------------------------------------------
~~"I made up my mind."~~
(J) She admits in defeat.
Arms lifting with her lazy
Smile.
All I manage was
One
Single
Breath.
I could stop my arms moving.
Fingers tapping against my sides.
Seven years for nothing, now.
Hanging on that one little answer
(S) I admit in defeat.
My arms barely lift
With my smile.
All that escaped him was
One
Single
Breath.
He stood there, fingers tapping
Incessantly against his sides.
Seven years for nothing, now.
Hanging on that single precious answer.
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And Mixed inside a dapple air,
Will fly a heart of many,
Until one sought is one well matched,
Will it weigh, as a pretty penny.
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What would I say?
What could he say?
Accept,
~~"Good. Because dammit, I love you."~~
---------------------------------
And in two impassioned souls,
It lies in a silent word,
And ceases all the time it holds,
Until released, gliding, soaring...
Like a bird.
***********************
Likey?
No Likey?
Please Feed, I could do with some one else opinion other than my cats. :)
Athena
Author: Athena
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Double POV. Romance, Poetry-ish.
Pairings: SJ. DUH!
Spoilers: none, Although general S/J knowledge would be a shoe-in.
Season: Seven/Eight. Whatever.
Rating: PG
Summary: Waiting for the answer to a ship-long question.
Author's notes: Been wanting to try this out ever since I read one of Seldear's fics.
I copied.......ummm. (Don't know which fic.) Sorry and thanks.
Archive: Everywhere ANYWHERE. Yada
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Paper hearts for wearing
--------------------------
( and) indicate who's uh.......turned it is....incase you didn't already know...hehe
----
(J) I'm getting older and
I'm no stranger to it.
The fine lines maybe covered,
But the scars show and I'm
Beginning to lose the edge
Of will and control over choice.
I can't distinguish and my hands
Are barely holding up my head...
(S) I'm not young anymore.
I know that, not a girl twice.
Too many fallen to just cover it up
and trap into simplicity and hope.
I'm wearing now, and the seams...
They tear easier tan ever...
I can't distinguish and my hands
are barely holding up my head...
-----------------------------------------------------
Paper hearts are made for wearing,
On sleeves of soldiers old,
Shredded without thought or caring,
Mixed inside a loveless gold.
-----------------------------------------------------
(J) I refuse to do this anymore.
I can't stand there anymore
Watching.
Waiting,
For fate to chew us up and
Spit us the hell back out.
So,
I'm trying. And I'm preparing
for what might be the end.
But that's all I can do.
Watch, and wait...
( S) I don't think I can do this anymore.
we can't go thought it all again.
Denying
Regretting.
Those choices and chances are long
Gone, scattered between our
friends, lovers, family...
I'm trying. And I'm preparing
to make that choice.
Because I have no other card to
play. Not now. Not ever.
----------------------------------------------------------------
Floating like a grain of sand,
Pinned upon a worthy hand,
A single paper heart doth lie,
Waiting for a cloudless sky,
-------------------------------------------------------------
~~"I made up my mind."~~
(J) She admits in defeat.
Arms lifting with her lazy
Smile.
All I manage was
One
Single
Breath.
I could stop my arms moving.
Fingers tapping against my sides.
Seven years for nothing, now.
Hanging on that one little answer
(S) I admit in defeat.
My arms barely lift
With my smile.
All that escaped him was
One
Single
Breath.
He stood there, fingers tapping
Incessantly against his sides.
Seven years for nothing, now.
Hanging on that single precious answer.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
And Mixed inside a dapple air,
Will fly a heart of many,
Until one sought is one well matched,
Will it weigh, as a pretty penny.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
What would I say?
What could he say?
Accept,
~~"Good. Because dammit, I love you."~~
---------------------------------
And in two impassioned souls,
It lies in a silent word,
And ceases all the time it holds,
Until released, gliding, soaring...
Like a bird.
***********************
Likey?
No Likey?
Please Feed, I could do with some one else opinion other than my cats. :)
Athena