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Aug 2016
Tonight i ride the couch we used to sleep in
The moments where our eyes met their binocular view
You were there in front of me
Your heart, your body,
The soul i yearn to grasp
The beauty I can't stop my mind of thinking

Right there
Her pause of words inhaled my oxygen
The sound of her voice became my ringtone
Awakening the memory of love and heartbreak
She's there
I felt her, I touched her
She was the flower inside my lifeless garden

Right there
The look she wore that dark dreamy lovely night
Staring through my skin deep beneath me
Her face turned red and the sign left me clueless
I was enchanted
The brown eyes, white skin
The beauty that centuries forgotten to age

I was there
She was there
I held her soul from the heart her chest hid
I felt her and suddenly the flower blossomed between us
Her brown eyes became my view every morning
She became the sun inside my universe
The moon in nights like this
In this couch
I miss her in these good nights
But her nights are not the same like mine
No longer
The feeling of missing someone that you wish that moment would return. The moment that you both had silence that made you felt happy and safe. The moment where you shared the fear of losing each other. The moment of love looking through the faults. The moment where everything felt like they were in their perfect places. The moments you miss. The moments where the both of you are living in love and not surviving the battle both of you can never win. Now let the silence make the noise you can never stop hearing.
Slam
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