When we began, the journey felt long.
The roads endlessly twisted.
Sitting in the backseat, I like this song.
I'm thinking about how smart I was to risk it.
I venture through thoughts of us,
Now and then.
Making a stronger bond,
Making departure hard,
Because I don't know when it is I'll see you again.
Your eyes echo stories.
Your expression mirrors mine.
It's a bittersweet battle
As I plead voraciously with time.
The leaves caress your autumnal gaze.
In those hazel eyes, I thaw.
But your disposition is beginning to fade.
The former blue of my stare is now red.
Raw.
Oh, to be in your arms once more.
A truly blissful slumber,
Counting breaths and heartbeats,
What I'd give for such a comfort.
But last time I woke,
My reverie faced defeat.
I saw the trickery of love,
A sore sight of empty sheets.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
When we began, the journey felt long.
The roads endlessly twisted.
Sitting in the backseat, I like this song.
I'm thinking about how smart I was to risk it.
I venture through thoughts of us,
Now and then.
Making a stronger bond,
Making departure hard,
Because I don't know when it is I'll see you again.
Your eyes echo stories.
Your expression mirrors mine.
It's a bittersweet battle
As I plead voraciously with time.
The leaves caress your autumnal gaze.
In those hazel eyes, I thaw.
But your disposition is beginning to fade.
The former blue of my stare is now red.
Raw.
Oh, to be in your arms once more.
A truly blissful slumber,
Counting breaths and heartbeats,
What I'd give for such a comfort.
But last time I woke,
My reverie faced defeat.
I saw the trickery of love,
A sore sight of empty sheets.