I prefer things this way.
You- six hours ahead,
late night Skype calls,
makeshift air mattress bed,
videogame ******
dashing looks
and a passion to match.
Me- six hours behind,
sleepless nights,
early mornings,
multivitamin lunches,
lovely words
and escaping dreams.
Us- six hours apart,
four-thousand plus miles
separating our bodies,
yet enriching our relationship
one new discovery at a time.
Fighting for the fleeting
moments we can share
until the long-term sets in.
Some say we’re bound to fail.
Some say we’re setting ourselves up
for a collectively shattered heart.
I say we’re here to prove them wrong.
Mar 17, 2012
Mar 17, 2012 at 3:09 AM UTC
I prefer things this way.
You- six hours ahead,
late night Skype calls,
makeshift air mattress bed,
videogame ******
dashing looks
and a passion to match.
Me- six hours behind,
sleepless nights,
early mornings,
multivitamin lunches,
lovely words
and escaping dreams.
Us- six hours apart,
four-thousand plus miles
separating our bodies,
yet enriching our relationship
one new discovery at a time.
Fighting for the fleeting
moments we can share
until the long-term sets in.
Some say we’re bound to fail.
Some say we’re setting ourselves up
for a collectively shattered heart.
I say we’re here to prove them wrong.
Request permission to use this poem