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Are you there to please me? In our unchangeable goodbyes, or outside them you can’t wash away my ache, of when I am with you or I am without. The smile through your shades, in the sun, flickering to the pain of moments coming to be; an absence of you and a guess, but only scratching the surface of what I am seeing is filling in my heart till its edges, yet unfulfilled; what a certain other couldn’t do for me. Make me stop thinking and talking, merely looking at the bursts in your eyes, the home with you, I feel estranged and arriving at times when you look at me, capture my heart. Through glass of the mind and glasses for your eyes you keep me as your arms reach to hold onto me, cling to me. Inhaling my scent and kissing my hair, in the intense of intently. In the sun today, saying our repeated goodbye, the truth felt as if it was nothing I could say, nothing you couldn’t know, yet only the surface was scratched, but still I hope you know I ache more before watching you leave. 2005
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
Aches
Are you there to please me? In our unchangeable goodbyes, or outside them you can’t wash away my ache, of when I am with you or I am without. The smile through your shades, in the sun, flickering to the pain of moments coming to be; an absence of you and a guess, but only scratching the surface of what I am seeing is filling in my heart till its edges, yet unfulfilled; what a certain other couldn’t do for me. Make me stop thinking and talking, merely looking at the bursts in your eyes, the home with you, I feel estranged and arriving at times when you look at me, capture my heart. Through glass of the mind and glasses for your eyes you keep me as your arms reach to hold onto me, cling to me. Inhaling my scent and kissing my hair, in the intense of intently. In the sun today, saying our repeated goodbye, the truth felt as if it was nothing I could say, nothing you couldn’t know, yet only the surface was scratched, but still I hope you know I ache more before watching you leave. 2005
#love#hope#longing
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selena-jance
Netherlander
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
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