Every waking moment
a painful reminder
of the distance
keeping us separate
It's as though
my hands are reaching
for something
I can't touch
Time and space
between us both
only serves to cause
another heartache
another teardrop
another painful flashback
It's almost surreal
whenever our paths
cross
She makes me whole
filling empty spaces
in my heart
like elixer
satiating
my parched soul
She plants roses
in my veins
and paint colours
in my mind
She makes reality
a little more tolerable
Her voice
a cheerful ******
resonates throughout
my entire being
undulating even
the dustiest chords
in my soul
Her eyes
those soulful windows
searches the recesses
of my soul
helping me
find myself
Her scent
a lingering fragrance
that never seems
to dissipate
from my mind
She's the reason
I remain awake at night
She has turned reality
into a sweet dream
And every night
I pray for her
before
I slip into slumber
to dream of her
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
Every waking moment
a painful reminder
of the distance
keeping us separate
It's as though
my hands are reaching
for something
I can't touch
Time and space
between us both
only serves to cause
another heartache
another teardrop
another painful flashback
It's almost surreal
whenever our paths
cross
She makes me whole
filling empty spaces
in my heart
like elixer
satiating
my parched soul
She plants roses
in my veins
and paint colours
in my mind
She makes reality
a little more tolerable
Her voice
a cheerful ******
resonates throughout
my entire being
undulating even
the dustiest chords
in my soul
Her eyes
those soulful windows
searches the recesses
of my soul
helping me
find myself
Her scent
a lingering fragrance
that never seems
to dissipate
from my mind
She's the reason
I remain awake at night
She has turned reality
into a sweet dream
And every night
I pray for her
before
I slip into slumber
to dream of her
