I dwell in the places,
Where I feel your presence.
the pages you've written
is still etched in transcendence.
Seeking for your aura
my ways are your equivalent.
bounds and gates are raised
despite of our perfect blend.
The way you stared into my soul
sweeps away the dark clouds in heaven.
I badly want to know you more
time spent with you is what I am needing.
Despite of the dark clouds forming
your hands waved them all apart,
I am screaming from the inside waiting
for our time to shine and leave our mark.
And I just told my own self
That I never get tired writing about you,
Despite of the distance and cold air
You are still the one I'm coming back to.
Even 'though there is nothing I would get
I am still seeking for your light
and deceive my self that I am still in this,
waiting to see our time take its bite.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
I dwell in the places,
Where I feel your presence.
the pages you've written
is still etched in transcendence.
Seeking for your aura
my ways are your equivalent.
bounds and gates are raised
despite of our perfect blend.
The way you stared into my soul
sweeps away the dark clouds in heaven.
I badly want to know you more
time spent with you is what I am needing.
Despite of the dark clouds forming
your hands waved them all apart,
I am screaming from the inside waiting
for our time to shine and leave our mark.
And I just told my own self
That I never get tired writing about you,
Despite of the distance and cold air
You are still the one I'm coming back to.
Even 'though there is nothing I would get
I am still seeking for your light
and deceive my self that I am still in this,
waiting to see our time take its bite.
2-27-2015 #jcjuatco
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