Honey boo it has been a mission with you Sometimes you're revlon to my menthol Ease my smarts emotionally when life has left my heart sore Appease my fears when I ought to do something overwhelming There was a time when I stared into your eyes and it left my hands shaking My body was being given a signal that something seismic was happening I would hold you and it would feel like my world is coming together like the fusion of broken pieces of the the earth's crust
But now all we ever have is distance Whenever we're together it's like we'd rather be with other people Having *** is like reading about some mundane dramatic story with PG16 restriction Writing you poems has become insurmountable like I need a prescription for heightened perception Talking has become more ritual rather than something enlivening and influential I document the way I used to feel by writing haikus to other broads so I can have emotional satiation vicariously through them
You say you want more love and affection But it seems I am just security and a thawing tool when you need warmth and attention Our love needs some external spiritual inspection There has been a third party infection All that is left now is remedial selection Selection from the options that have sprouted from our detachment A tree has grown that is not rooted from our vows and affectionate disposition It grows weeds that act as a fungus poisoning our garden of passion But like a reenactment, you just assume a role you would if you were still in love It looks so simulated I am not at the least stimulated
I remember how like a tree and its leaves we were euphonic - we collocated But now we are like familiar strangers who are unrelated So for the familiar feeling I go to a bordello for an ****** massage or beyond; I don't know the *** worker but I know you so atleast with her neither of us has to be two faced about it There was a time when I called you and came to see you and you had this gleaming countenance Now whenever I text, you don't reply like I'm something you wanna forget like the fallen continents It is no secret that our love has been drooping low and at the danger of an apocalypse I would pretend that this is something on the telly and I'd act Nelly that this will end fairly but I am not a dramtist...
I am a realist and the pure feeling is I haven't stopped loving you But I would be lying if I said I am still 'in' love with you So I don't know if you wanna see this through Maybe if it works you and I can enjoy the oleander view Kiss each other a few more times and get lost in the breeze of azure blue Time has been a rhyme fine where on the clock I'd climb and rewind to the times when we were twinned or to be right intertwined and it was fine, love was blind, there was ******* moaning but scarcely whine, so I would like to find if you would mind being on that train one more time....? Maybe this time we won't derail but maybe our souls can soar and our hearts sail Our memories are my bait so maybe if we reminisce we can bail out the imprisoned trysts If you say you'll stay maybe there is colour beyond the pale But if you choose to end it just know my emotions for you will never fail.
~Anastasia
Sweety bae envision this... Our arms locking Lips folding Cardiac muscles holding Time to time I let loose mine to your eyes And it leaves my heart frozen The pulse lets lose my synapses For a more aromatic induction Our love a tower My body feels like Summer in your cold arms
What amnesia is this! You forgotten how we met? It felt weird...your calm posture Your weird face with that lavish smile You looked at me from a mile Bewildered I held back In a while... You said to me "Hi" I gave a smile and passed my greetings We battered sentences with illusions of paragraphs But it stayed with the distance I thought of you ever since.