For each of her sleepless night,
a day passes, without she realized.
Night calms her,
more than anything could ever.
The absence of noises,
of people,
but never the absence of him.
His imagery grows stronger,
each and every night.
She misses him,
each and every night.
She longs for him,
each and every night.
She knows he did too,
she wished he did too.
The pair were off to different path.
They are selfless,
unaware of their raging ego.
Of the burning love,
of the passionate love, youngs pursue.
They do not seek love that made them tremble,
that made their knees week,
or made their heart flutter.
They, now,
they seek for home,
in each other.
Home where there are only them,
in which silence, never translated
into distance.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
For each of her sleepless night,
a day passes, without she realized.
Night calms her,
more than anything could ever.
The absence of noises,
of people,
but never the absence of him.
His imagery grows stronger,
each and every night.
She misses him,
each and every night.
She longs for him,
each and every night.
She knows he did too,
she wished he did too.
The pair were off to different path.
They are selfless,
unaware of their raging ego.
Of the burning love,
of the passionate love, youngs pursue.
They do not seek love that made them tremble,
that made their knees week,
or made their heart flutter.
They, now,
they seek for home,
in each other.
Home where there are only them,
in which silence, never translated
into distance.