The frail nature of the soul
makes for confused company,
especially in
a world of moving fingertips
clicking precious-time away.
Passions run deep &
our minds travel
in nanoseconds,
we grasp glimpses
of each others worlds
on the dark side of the moon.
Yet, we still remain
a million miles away,
trapped in cyberspace,
endlessly flowing.
We forget
the contact,
the touch of our lips,
those loving-arms
embraced around our hearts,
human reactions,
only to remember
genuine frustration,
continual loneliness
& isolation.
Seems forever we look
for super nova,
remaining hardwired,
inspired.
And hopefully,
we never lose
faith,
hope or love
traveling like this,
missing kisses.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 4:43 AM UTC
The frail nature of the soul
makes for confused company,
especially in
a world of moving fingertips
clicking precious-time away.
Passions run deep &
our minds travel
in nanoseconds,
we grasp glimpses
of each others worlds
on the dark side of the moon.
Yet, we still remain
a million miles away,
trapped in cyberspace,
endlessly flowing.
We forget
the contact,
the touch of our lips,
those loving-arms
embraced around our hearts,
human reactions,
only to remember
genuine frustration,
continual loneliness
& isolation.
Seems forever we look
for super nova,
remaining hardwired,
inspired.
And hopefully,
we never lose
faith,
hope or love
traveling like this,
missing kisses.
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