I look at you
And I see a faraway crafted look in your eyes
Searching for the infinity;
Looking for something that could only be seen,
But could never be felt.
Like a brief moment of solitude,
Or the cracking sound of hailstorms;
You think of me,
Like an unforgettable winter afternoon
Which creates a chill across your spine –
A chill which reaches to your soul
And makes it cold.
Colder.
You close those emerald eyes, and then
You think of me
And of the last time when we kissed,
And how I wrote from the touch of my lips
On your pearl white skin,
How much I love you.
How much I loved you.
But that touch seems like the memories
Of a different lifetime.
A life once lived, but now forgotten
With the thunderstorms of time.
You open your eyes and think of me.
One last time,
Before closing them again. Forever.
And would call me your lover.
A lost one.
Your immortal…
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
I look at you
And I see a faraway crafted look in your eyes
Searching for the infinity;
Looking for something that could only be seen,
But could never be felt.
Like a brief moment of solitude,
Or the cracking sound of hailstorms;
You think of me,
Like an unforgettable winter afternoon
Which creates a chill across your spine –
A chill which reaches to your soul
And makes it cold.
Colder.
You close those emerald eyes, and then
You think of me
And of the last time when we kissed,
And how I wrote from the touch of my lips
On your pearl white skin,
How much I love you.
How much I loved you.
But that touch seems like the memories
Of a different lifetime.
A life once lived, but now forgotten
With the thunderstorms of time.
You open your eyes and think of me.
One last time,
Before closing them again. Forever.
And would call me your lover.
A lost one.
Your immortal…