Pandora's Box, Unleashed by Lucia Roberts (best sales books of all time txt) 📕

 You said there was one thing

that could make you stay with me.

I non-chalantly promised

“Anything.”

as traitorous tear

sthreaded their revenge down my face.

“Save you for you, and save you for me”

he said.

“Yes, I’ll do it”

I said.

So he kissed me and left.

I crumpled; confused.

I can do what he asked.

I know I can.

It took hours of broken thoughts,

of empty, hollow rivers in my vains

,the fear of total loss,

and dark, impossible hope of redemptionbut finally,

in his absence and my realizations of self,

I saved me for me, and in turn saved me for him.

He spoke to me a short time later;

inquired to my state of mind.Coldy I replied

“Horrid, broken, but I saved me for me.”

I said.

“Good. That’s all I wanted. Now please come back to me;

I love you.”

He still loves me.

He did this for me.

He showed me he had no other way to make me see

what needed to change inside of me

for me to heal and us to work.

I fell back to him saying

I love you too.

“I saved us because I saved me for Me,

and Me saved me for him.

 
Cotton grass and dandelion clouds

in a place where it’s autumn all the time there.

Flowers made of amber honey

glow under the twilight sky.

Stars whisper stories to us

and the sirens sing along;

to make a perfect lullaby

just for My Love and I.

Running from my monsters in this world

and the sunlight of another countless day.

Maybe i can sleep it all away til he comes home.

I’ll create a world inside my head.

Maybe I can dream a place where there are

Cotton grass and dandelion clouds

in a place where it’s autumn all the time there.

Flowers made of amber honey

glow under the twilight sky.

Stars whisper stories to us

and the sirens sing along;

to make a perfect lullaby

just for My Love and I.

It’s perfect,

maybe I can stay here

‘til he wakes me from my sleep

to tell me that he’s home.

Maybe I can take him with me

to my dreamland where there are

Cotton grass and dandelion clouds

in a place where it’s autumn all the time there.

Flowers made of amber honey

glow under the twilight sky.

Stars whisper stories to us

and the sirens sing along;

to make a perfect lullaby

just for My Love and I.

Just he and I

here in my dreamland

where we’ll lay on cotton grass in autumn

under dandelion clouds.

 
When the clock strikes

the first second after midnight,

and all teh world’s asleep,

sometimes time will stop

for a period we call The Frozen Hour.

All the water stops its rushing rythem,

and all teh fireflys will halt in midair like tiny stars.

Then the Small Ones will gather

dressed in their finest spider webs,

to walk along the bank,

to dance along the weaves of the water,

and kiss among the midnight petals along the creek.

We will never hear the tiny flutes

and lyrics of the Siren Songs,

but just remember

on the days you feel you over-slept,

you probably were paused in slumber

for a Faerie Masquerade.

I feel myself begin to fall once again;

such a short time after I finally began

to find my way up the stairs I knew were in front of me

though it’s still almost completely dark.

I had started up those god-damned stairs

with a broken heart and nothing left to lose.

Heading towards the light

of something that I can not see.

Now I fall back down with what I’ve started gathering again

tumbling from my hands.

I’ve begun to feel around the stairs,

slowly moving down,

gathering the broken shards that I wanted to leave behind.

But I can’t stay this broken.

I must be fixed.

I pick up each old sharp peice

and put it in its place.

Now I’m just as broken as I was before;

what’s a girl to do?

I hang my head in agony

then turn it towards the light,

that had gotten dimmer as I fell.

I curse at it for being perfect, whole and new.

I curse at it for being everything I never knew.

When I’m finally done shouting

I grab the first jagged, rocky stair

and look across the room

to the dropoff and utter dark;

somewhat longingly and then blow it off

remembering that there’s a light up at the top.

 
Running

I saw him for the first time

In what felt like a long time.

Wasn’t sure it was you

Wasn’t sure what to do

Oh what could I do

What could I say

Since youve forgotten me

Forever ago plus one day.

I stopped right in my tracks

Hoping you’d cone running

Praying you’d come running

Begging you’d come running

To me.

Pleasantries were said

Old activities shared

But yet it wasn’t enough

You weren’t close enough

So I took off, running.

I dared myself not to turn around

Hoping he’d come running

Praying he’d cone running

Begging he’d come

Running after me.

Running running running

Oh running running

After me

oh

running after me.

 
Last Moments

How much longer

must this torture last?

As the air pushes from between closed lips,

can only exit but so fast.

echoing the beating

of a heart so slow,

how much longer

we could never know.

Holding on for something

that we don’t know.

everyone’s here;

Just let go.

 
Just A Whisper

Everything was once a whisper;

a thought,

a dare.

Nothing was sure.

Not too strong.

But still, there it was.

I had a dream I met you once.

Many years ago I saw your face.

But it was only a whisper of what was to come.

It was a tease.

A maybe.

A chance.

Now, I know though.

Nothing’s for sure.

Possibilities are never that strong.

Not set in stone.

Not perfect.

An outline.

Just a whisper though,

that’s all it takes

For something to begin.

It’s the thought that counts.

And even JUST a whisper,

well, it still exists;

even if you didn’t hear it…. right?

 
Horrid Story - Line

The minute hand hasn’t moved in hours

And I keep thinking of them :

The one I want and the one I love

And the self I could condemn.

I see them in my dreams at night.

One is selfless and tender love

And the other alternately

feeds love and fight.

OHow is one to bear the opposites?

There’s so much history and time,

No documents have had sign.

I belong to not one but both.

I wish heathenly that both be mine.