WHENEVER I stare at her glowing eyes I can see the projections of her memories and sorrows
WHENEVER I listen to her talk I can't stop hearing her own tears drowning her
WHENEVER I smell her I can't stop thinking about the struggles she's suffering from pain detachment
WHENEVER I touch her skin I can feel her weak, fragile bones from the coldness
WHENEVER I kiss her I can taste the bitterness of her hatred to those who ruined her life
But...
EVERYTIME I gaze her two perfect worlds, I see the exact same utter beauty that became ubiquitous since the first time I saw her
EVERYTIME I heed her voice, I highly doubt about the universe being larger than my ears
EVERYTIME I smell her perfume, my brain becomes more active than when dreaming
EVERYTIME I slide my fingers to her body I can feel her pleasure of being taken cared of
EVERYTIME I taste her lips, the softness of it unables me to feel the surface of it
And both hers make me want to love her infinitely
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
hyperactive minds,
autistic souls;
hefty thoughts,
whispering shouts.
sitting under the face of god
forcing me to bow lower than my red sleeves.
feeling relentless and reckless at the same time,
my answer to everything will be "i'm fine".
cure? cure for having a realistic philosophy?
oh, dear. i am a lost case.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC