Perhaps
what was lost
was never meant to be found
And after all my efforts
to forget
Here, now,
you stand before me
No longer
do I desire you
more than I do to exist
No longer
do I need you
to be with happy with my every decision
Heaven before me,
yet I remain untouched.
Considering
what I know to be inconsiderable.
Soaking in the moment
thinking of the potential
Smiling,
and then walking away.
Sating my broken desire
on this innocent moment of insanity.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
Perhaps
what was lost
was never meant to be found
And after all my efforts
to forget
Here, now,
you stand before me
No longer
do I desire you
more than I do to exist
No longer
do I need you
to be with happy with my every decision
Heaven before me,
yet I remain untouched.
Considering
what I know to be inconsiderable.
Soaking in the moment
thinking of the potential
Smiling,
and then walking away.
Sating my broken desire
on this innocent moment of insanity.
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