Sometimes i wonder:
Are you out there,
Somewhere,
Craving the excitement
That came with the light brushing
Of my skin against yours?
Burning low long past midnight,
Slurring long past sunrise.
Time passed,
And so has the metaphor of you,
The perfect you,
That i seemed to cling to so hard.
But every now and then,
In a dream, or abstract fantasy,
I still see your lush lips
Muttering dreamy words.
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 2:28 AM UTC
Sometimes i wonder:
Are you out there,
Somewhere,
Craving the excitement
That came with the light brushing
Of my skin against yours?
Burning low long past midnight,
Slurring long past sunrise.
Time passed,
And so has the metaphor of you,
The perfect you,
That i seemed to cling to so hard.
But every now and then,
In a dream, or abstract fantasy,
I still see your lush lips
Muttering dreamy words.
I still remember this feeling so clearly, even though ive moved on. Love is often inconsistent.
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