Jun 2015
-Joelena Saldana
12/3/14
I can't get him out of my head...
He's surfaced my dreams, I can't stay focused.
Every single morning,
I wake to the memory of him and fall asleep with his face in my head
and his words crawling under my skin speaking,
not singing,
but speaking in a sweet sweet melody.
Why can't I forget?
He's so many miles away.. States away.
Could this be love?
Could this be the thing I've been waiting for all these years?
Everyone tells me,
"Let him good.. You could do better..
He's not good for you.. We don't wanna see you get hurt Jo-Jo..
It's just lust.."
I feel like I'm going crazy!
Out of my mind trying to forget him.
But the crazy thing is,
me trying to forget
is me remembering every little thing we did.
Every single time we laughed,
every moment we wanted to be around each other.
He's always put a smile on my face.
Craved his kisses,
something we never did, but regret and wished we had.
It felt as if I was lost without his presence.
My day was never fulfilled without getting at least something from him.. His words..
A hug..
A laugh..
A smile..
Just one look towards me and my day would be final and complete.
I've never felt this much,
whatever it may be,
about a guy before.. About a person..
It scares me.
Now that I am not around..
Now that he is not with me,
because of these awful miles and states away.
One hundred and forty three of my days have not been complete.
Without his words..
Without his hugs..
Without his laugh..
Without his warm warm smile..
Without his glance.
I have been lost..
Confused of these days and what they might hold and mean.
I miss his touch,
I miss his sound,
I miss my eyes holding witness to his presence,
I miss his flowing intoxicating aroma that I could've kept forever.
And only one thing,
one thing that I fully regret not giving or receiving.
One thing that does appear in my dreams,
but wake to the unpleasantness of the morning rise.
A kiss..
A sweet, gentle, loving, caring, fulfilling kiss.
The taste of his lips.
All of our deep feelings would fall into that kiss.
And this kiss wouldn't have been just any kiss.
It would've been a fully remembered,
cherished for all these years,
first kiss.
Oh, S... What you do to me..
What spell you've casted.
12/3/14
I can't get him out of my head...
He's surfaced my dreams, I can't stay focused.
Every single morning,
I wake to the memory of him and fall asleep with his face in my head
and his words crawling under my skin speaking,
not singing,
but speaking in a sweet sweet melody.
Why can't I forget?
He's so many miles away.. States away.
Could this be love?
Could this be the thing I've been waiting for all these years?
Everyone tells me,
"Let him good.. You could do better..
He's not good for you.. We don't wanna see you get hurt Jo-Jo..
It's just lust.."
I feel like I'm going crazy!
Out of my mind trying to forget him.
But the crazy thing is,
me trying to forget
is me remembering every little thing we did.
Every single time we laughed,
every moment we wanted to be around each other.
He's always put a smile on my face.
Craved his kisses,
something we never did, but regret and wished we had.
It felt as if I was lost without his presence.
My day was never fulfilled without getting at least something from him.. His words..
A hug..
A laugh..
A smile..
Just one look towards me and my day would be final and complete.
I've never felt this much,
whatever it may be,
about a guy before.. About a person..
It scares me.
Now that I am not around..
Now that he is not with me,
because of these awful miles and states away.
One hundred and forty three of my days have not been complete.
Without his words..
Without his hugs..
Without his laugh..
Without his warm warm smile..
Without his glance.
I have been lost..
Confused of these days and what they might hold and mean.
I miss his touch,
I miss his sound,
I miss my eyes holding witness to his presence,
I miss his flowing intoxicating aroma that I could've kept forever.
And only one thing,
one thing that I fully regret not giving or receiving.
One thing that does appear in my dreams,
but wake to the unpleasantness of the morning rise.
A kiss..
A sweet, gentle, loving, caring, fulfilling kiss.
The taste of his lips.
All of our deep feelings would fall into that kiss.
And this kiss wouldn't have been just any kiss.
It would've been a fully remembered,
cherished for all these years,
first kiss.
Oh, S... What you do to me..
What spell you've casted.
