It burns with the most deepest form of passion
leaving a scar on my beating heart.
As my world stopped for nearly a moment
I was left there speechless as you said "hello."
Blessed with the gift of vision I could see my future slipping.
As if the true meaning of happiness was an aura upon your skin.
I reach for your hand slowly and gracefully
pausing for a moment for a sign of rejections.
As my fingers collide with your hand
I could feel the heat of love form between our hands.
I kneel down confidently tilt your hand towards my lips.
As I leave a kiss I wish upon your mouth.
Then to awake grasping tightly onto my pillow.
Alone, desperate to hear your voice I call out to you.
"Wait!" but, no response. She's gone, I miss you.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
It burns with the most deepest form of passion
leaving a scar on my beating heart.
As my world stopped for nearly a moment
I was left there speechless as you said "hello."
Blessed with the gift of vision I could see my future slipping.
As if the true meaning of happiness was an aura upon your skin.
I reach for your hand slowly and gracefully
pausing for a moment for a sign of rejections.
As my fingers collide with your hand
I could feel the heat of love form between our hands.
I kneel down confidently tilt your hand towards my lips.
As I leave a kiss I wish upon your mouth.
Then to awake grasping tightly onto my pillow.
Alone, desperate to hear your voice I call out to you.
"Wait!" but, no response. She's gone, I miss you.
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